Have you ever felt like you’re treading water — taking one step forward, only to fall two steps back? That’s how I feel this week. I have yet to balance my checkbook, have a load of laundry I tossed in the washer earlier today that I’ve just now remembered has to go in the dryer (and other clothes to fold and put away), and our home office is a wreck because I started painting the trim today, after a few months’ hiatus. Our upstairs room still needs drywall, but we’re still sitting on our hands on that, too.
I’d like to get ahead on blogging and bank a few posts, but I haven’t had time to do that, either. I am jealous of bloggers who have a nice reserve, like Fabulously Broke in the City — that girl says she’s got a backload of posts that will last her through October, bless her.
Our bedroom looks like an adolescent boy’s — an unmade bed, pajamas on the floor, “stuff” littering the top of the dresser. The bathrooms could use more thorough scrubbing, and the floors need to be mopped. The leg of our 10-year-old coffee table broke and is being held together with duct tape. The cordless phone is crackling and on its last legs.
So I definitely feel like I can’t get ahead lately. But being “ahead” sometimes comes at the expense of fun and relaxation. I’ve been able to enjoy my new laptop and catch up on reading and commenting on my favorite blogs, read a few books and hung out with friends. I’ve watched TV and movies with my husband — those who know me well realize what an accomplishment it is for me to sit still in front of the boob tube for more than 15 minutes at a time.
I’m still going grocery shopping and making meals. The Mr. Saver and the cats are all getting much of my attention these days. I’m relaxed and in a good place.
The other things will get done in their own time. At least for now, I’m living in the moment.