Do you ever feel like your shit is out in the street?
I do. Occasionally.
(Or, maybe often.)
I feel like I am so far behind. I'm forgetting things left and right. I'm distracted by everything. I want to take advantage of everything summer has to offer and so I'm running around. I want to work out. I *should* take a shower every day. I need to make sure the kids are taken care of and also that someone plays with them occasionally. The bills, the cleaning, the shopping, the cooking, the weeding, the house maintenance, the social stuff, the laundry (dear GOD the laundry), the swimming, the gymnastics, the filthy car, the piles of paperwork accumulating everywhere, the travelling.
I'm dropping the ball here, people. I feel like I can't ever get anything done. But then, when I do have a few moments to myself to do stuff, doing stuff is the very last thing I want to do. Then I start wondering if maybe I do this to myself on purpose....like, I can't spur myself on to do anything until there is a crap load to do and I'm so behind and overwhelmed that I have to jump into action and see some vast improvements quickly.
(Or maybe I'm just lazy.)
(Kinda like college, when I wouldn't do anything until the last minute. Only now it includes more diapers and less Ramen. Same amount of beer.)
Tonight when I was outside, I noticed our trash can, containing diapers and other SHIT, on its side. In the street.