Today is Monday. (No big surprise there.) Being the old (Old?! Who said, 'Old?!'), traditional kinda gal I am, I do laundry on Mondays. Being as how it's just the two of us, I figure I should be able to get the ironing done on Mondays also. Simple. Not a big deal. I have a washer and dryer. I have a sturdy ironing board and a good iron. (Well, the good iron may be debatable right now. It leaks. In a big way. Not all the time. Just some of the time.) I keep hoping to be organized enough so that come each Monday, the only thing I have to do is the laundry and ironing. The rest of the day I proclaim to be 'free' which means no other 'have-to-dos' get to infringe upon my time once the clothes are washed, dried, pressed and put away. Perfect. Sounds like an ideal Monday to me. Unfortunately, I just don't seem to be able to get there.
It's now getting nigh onto 3 p.m. and this is my counter next to the kitchen sink. Breakfast and lunch dishes stacked up. This is unusual for me. I dislike the task of doing dishes so much that I almost always do them immediately after a meal. What's gone wrong today? I dunno, but I sure better get at them soon or it will be time to add dinner's assortment to them. (No, we didn't each have a beer with breakfast. The bottles are leftover from the guys' attempt at thirst quenching when returning from their hike last night. The bottles are waiting to be washed since our daughter has asked us to save bottles for her because she's going to get into some serious root beer making soon.)
What was I planning on doing with all my 'free' time today? Sit on my rusty-duster and knit, knit, knit on the new winter hat my daughter put in a request for. Here it is in a heap on the end of the couch where I tossed it last night after finding I was too tired to accurately follow the pattern. ('Accurately' being the operative word here.) I'm pretty sure I have to tear out about half a round before getting back on track.
There is a bill on my desk top (somewhere) that I HAVE to pay today. Also an order that I should have sent off early LAST week. I keep coming back here to my desk thinking I'm going to get both items taken care of . . . and then something else calls for my attention and I go flitting off in another direction.
And if all the above weren't horrible, awful, bad enough, my craving for FOOD is driving me nuts today! I've been so good about cutting my portions and staying away from 'no-no-bad-things-to-put-in-my-mouth', but today I feel like I wanna eat anything that doesn't eat me first.
So what the heck am I doing sitting typing this blog entry if I have so much to do that's not getting done? Trying to catch my breath, center my scattered self, and find a sympathetic ear to tell my silly troubles to. (Yoohoo? Anybody out there?) No matter. Even if you're not listening, I'm better now. Watch out, you dirty dishes, here I come. (But maybe I should first add another beer bottle to the stack. As they say, it's got to be 5 o'clock somewhere.)