You know, I have a really bad tendency to procrastinate. I also get easily distracted. Combine these two (rather unfortunate) traits, and you get lots of wasted time, or, lots of wondering just where the time went. Which means that there were a lot of things that I wanted to get done this weekend that just…didn’t get done.
Okay, not a lot. But some. Sigh…More than I’d like. That’s not to say I didn’t get a lot accomplished. I did. I cleaned out my closet and went through some stuff to donate. (Like, half my car is loaded down with stuff that I plan to drop off tomorrow after work.) And I got a shelving unit for my storage closet, got it put together, and moved most of my, um, project supplies in there. (“Project supplies” is a polite euphemism for “stuff I’ve collected to reuse on one of my green projects”.)
I wrote. I revised. I read some. I watched the cat watching the fish in the aquarium. I marveled over the growth spurt one of my seedlings had in 24 hours (4 inches, y’all!). I took a nap (ONLY ONE). I did homework. Just…not as much homework as I planned on doing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not behind in anything. I’m actually ahead in two classes. But I wanted to finish all my assignments for the semester in Sociology, because next week is going to be the start of being super-busy (as opposed to really busy, like now). But that didn’t happen. Actually, I got nothing done on Sociology.
The Diva is having brain surgery in a week and half. This means 2 things: 1) I will not have her moral support, laughter, and singing to keep me from insanity at work. 2) I’m going to be worried sick over her surgery, her recovery, and everything else. Brain surgery. Yeah. Doesn’t have quite the same innocuous ring as “hangnail removal,” now does it?
So, yeah. If anyone has any tips on overcoming procrastination or better time management, I’m all ears. (Okay. Not all ears. I’m not Dumbo.) But I’m listening. And if you have any advice on worrying less while your Sister-Wife has brain surgery and you’re semi-alone at work for at least 6 weeks (Please let it be 6 weeks and NOT 3 months…), well, I’d REALLY like to hear that.