Task avoidance therapy
I believe I may have written before on my excellent ability to stick my head in the sand and sing tra-la-la-la.
I have a very great deal to do today.
We have guests arriving tomorrow and the necessary clean-up has revealed a lack of deep cleaning around these parts for too long. Vaccuming the middle of carpets and plumping cushions in the style of Flylady's weekly one-hour home blessing is all very well as long as one follows the rest of Ms Flylady's programme. But as the sun streams in through my dirt streaked windows it is quite apparent that I have failed to follow through.
So there is cleaning to be done, furniture to be rearranged, bedding to be located, a smelly dog to be washed, grass to be cut, weeds to be sent marching, cakes to be baked, menus planned, food shopped for. Yes, a lot to do.
So much to do that I feel a little overwhelmed, I feel like pointing my head downwards and singing tra-la-la-la-la.
So instead I thought I would write a blog post and that required a coffee and a restorative glance at my favourite magazines, in the finally a little warmer, spring sunshine.
It was an excellent exercise, for I discovered that if I turn the chairs in the right direction there is no need to look at the weeds so that's one less job already.
Thank you all for your wonderful comments on my last post, I am having difficulty responding to comments and indeed commenting on blogs at the moment due to the sort of internet connection difficulties that make you want to scream at inanimate objects. This long week of exams is finally at an end, thank you for all your supportive comments and I thought you might enjoy my alternative shoe-tight clash combination. And now I promise, no more pictures of my shoes, for a while anyway.
I believe I may have written before on my excellent ability to stick my head in the sand and sing tra-la-la-la.
I have a very great deal to do today.
We have guests arriving tomorrow and the necessary clean-up has revealed a lack of deep cleaning around these parts for too long. Vaccuming the middle of carpets and plumping cushions in the style of Flylady's weekly one-hour home blessing is all very well as long as one follows the rest of Ms Flylady's programme. But as the sun streams in through my dirt streaked windows it is quite apparent that I have failed to follow through.
So there is cleaning to be done, furniture to be rearranged, bedding to be located, a smelly dog to be washed, grass to be cut, weeds to be sent marching, cakes to be baked, menus planned, food shopped for. Yes, a lot to do.
So much to do that I feel a little overwhelmed, I feel like pointing my head downwards and singing tra-la-la-la-la.
So instead I thought I would write a blog post and that required a coffee and a restorative glance at my favourite magazines, in the finally a little warmer, spring sunshine.
It was an excellent exercise, for I discovered that if I turn the chairs in the right direction there is no need to look at the weeds so that's one less job already.
Thank you all for your wonderful comments on my last post, I am having difficulty responding to comments and indeed commenting on blogs at the moment due to the sort of internet connection difficulties that make you want to scream at inanimate objects. This long week of exams is finally at an end, thank you for all your supportive comments and I thought you might enjoy my alternative shoe-tight clash combination. And now I promise, no more pictures of my shoes, for a while anyway.
Comments
I really like the idea of pointing your guests away from the weeds. An excellent strategy. I wonder are there any other shortcuts you can use to plough through the list? Can you get the kids to wash the dog?
Your shoe/tights combinations are making my eyes very happy.