Procrastination

It's making me wait!

Forget the anticipation, that is long gone, it's only procrastination these days.

Which leads me to ask: shouldn't we all delay our procrastination? Hardy har har. I used to be so on top of things before...before...before what?

Let me think about this. What was the big event that took place that made me stop caring about doing things in a jiffy.

You know what? I don't think there was one major defining moment where everything changed my outlook on getting things done in a timely manner. I think it's been in a slow decline for a number of years now. Only NOW I am noticing how different things are for me and my bare feet.

Oh, I could blame the birth of my eleven-year-old (eleven years ago? eek). Or I could blame the exhausting adoption process of my four-year-old, or I could blame the clinical depression that has been a major part of my life, I could even blame the whole lovely cancer experience. But, truth be told, it was probably ALL of the above, not just one event.

Today I mopped. I was so proud of myself. Then I became a little bit anxious. Why? Because I couldn't remember the last time I mopped. Egads! What is worse is that the only reason I swept and mopped was because it was gritty on me bare feet when I walked into the kitchen area. If it hadn't been for that, who knows how much longer I would have put this wonderful chore off.

Shockingly, this spurred me on to do another chore. I vacuumed! My bare feet? Much happier now.

When I first became a stay-at-home-Mom, I was one busy beaver. I vacuumed, swept, mopped, dusted, cleaned the bathrooms (including the tub) EVERY day. There was nary a dirty dish to be found in my kitchen sink! (What was I thinking?) Now? I put it off until I absolutely have to. It was strange because those first few months...no, I'm going to say first few years...I would get so upset at myself if I did not do at least that much.

Now? As long as there is not a puddle of pee on the bathroom floor and all sharp items are put away, then it's a very good day in my book.

I no longer beat myself up over this decline of cleanliness. Let me add my house is not a pig-sty, just not super clean. I am not providing sustenance to critters and rodents like roaches or mice. I shudder at the thought, even I have my limits. (Although, there was that one time. *nervous giggle*) Just don't bring your white gloves any time soon, okay?

One benefit from this procrastination of all things NOT spic-and-span clean? My stress level is also on the decline. I feel much more relaxed. Go figure. So I'll get to the cleaning, eventually.

No need to stress because, [sings] Tomorrow, Tomorrow, I'll clean ya Tomorrow... You're only a day away!

Thanks Annie for reminding me.