I had a lot to do this week to get ready for our upcoming visitors, as well as my upcoming international adventures. I had to do laundry, recreate my stolen journals, clean the house, put together some projects for the orphanage, pay bills, submit our renters' insurance forms, grocery shop, etc.
I told myself I would be productive.
I've spent almost the entire week in my pajamas. I've dinked around the house, doing a little here and a little there, getting distracted by articles online, taking long naps...
When I am busy, I am unhappy and wish I had more time to relax. When I am not busy, I am unhappy and wish I would be more productive. It's a vicious cycle.
I know you are all thinking that I am being too hard on myself. But I'm really not. It is appalling the amount of stuff that I have not gotten done this week. Really, it's appalling. Just ask Ryan; he's been studying for the Boards from home, so he witnessed the depressing, disorganized affair. (He didn't say anything about it, but I know he noticed.)
And here I am, online again, avoiding my to-do-list.
I'm cranky, and it's my own fault.