Ed note: This was SUPPOSED to be published Friday. Smrt girl I am – scheduled it, then didn’t actually hit the publish button.
I got nothin’ done #whentwitterwasdown. It ruined my afternoon when I couldn’t tweet my way through everything.
I always say “I didn’t get anything DONE”. Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s time for me to stop using that word.
Nothing, truly, ever is DONE. At least, not here.
I washed two loads of clothes
shopped
ripped 300 sq ft of carpet up
dragged it to the trash pickup spot
test drove a truck (drove it straight from the lot to my mechanic – more on that later)
vacuumed the dirt from the subflooring
mowed the lower yard
measured the greatroom and started planning placement of the (fantasy) new furniture
and yet, until I wrote that list I truly thought I’d completely blown through the afternoon. The day. THE WHOLE DAY.
Why?
Because the laundry needs to be folded, I forgot some things at the store, putting the flooring down is OBVIOUSLY not going to get “done” in one day, when you have kids and pets dirt is eternal, and I still have to wait for the hill to dry so I can mow it. Because I spent a LOT of time “futzin” around – waiting at the mechanic, placing the furniture JUST SO, making sure the measurements were correct (some weren’t) so that I could fill this room with furniture that I adore and is functional (as opposed to the current “make it work” mentality).
Now, don’t get me wrong – I’m not insanely crazy busy all day every day. On the insane days, I make myself take breaks – 15 minutes online here, a “quick” trip to the store, that kind of thing. On the tired days, it’s a struggle to get off the sofa. The laptop is so cozy and warm, there’s always *something* that needs to be read or glanced at (and when that fails, there’s always stumbleupon. Love the stumble button. Worship the stumble button.)
How do *you* balance what you’ve done with what still needs doing and your sanity?