Some days, just getting up is enough!

Just getting up and starting the day seems to be an accomplishment some days. Now, don't take that wrong. It sounds depression-like, but it's not. At least, I don't think so. What it means, to me, is that a full plate (or rather, a confusing plate) makes me scale down my expectations.

 A Facebook friend said the other day, "Today I got up, cleaned and did laundry, and didn't do anything else the rest of the day." She deemed this a "fail." I would be happy to say that I cleaned and did laundry! Actually, I do both of those regularly, just not very much of either. I mean, it feels like neither are ever done, and I don't do a great job at either.

Now I've got a myriad of half-done, unfinishable things on my list other than cleaning and laundry: Academic work, bill-paying/family-finance work, let's see... I feel like a slouch if I don't post anything on this blog, so I can check that one off today. This is what I mean: On days when I feel like there is too much to do and I can't possibly make any progress, I just take small steps and cross them off a list, as such:

1. Made lame blog post
2. Emptied dishwasher, reloaded it.
3. Washed and dried three loads of clothes (other people can put them away. Why should I do everything?)

I know what is bothering me: There are things I don't want to put on the list because they are too hard. My desk surface cannot be seen. The mister has been ordered by his doctor to lose 25 pounds and in solidarity, I jumped in there with him to work on the usual 2-5 (see that neat trick? 25 and 2-5?) and let me tell you, I feel like a junkie on the skids.

And my grapestrades.blogspot.com work is going nowhere fast. Yesterday was a particularly demoralizing day; today may show more promise, but I'm tired of the roller-coaster. I say this like I was losing money yesterday, and I was not - I was simply not gaining enough, and I don't like sitting still. I like to keep moving.

My nose is bothering me. I'm allergic to something and I don't know what it is. There! I got all my complaining out of the way in just a few minutes of typing in the dark. I'm the only one up (other than the two who have left the house.) Three others are sleeping in the creepily dark house while I sip coffee and type to y'all. I don't want to go back to sleep (I've done it on a select few other days) on the chair with a blanket because once my brain is awake for the day there's no turning back and I'd rather not suffer through bizarre airport dreams (I don't even travel - at least not routinely or often - so why are my dreams always of major transportation modes like trains, boats, and airplanes, and many people in the terminals along with me? Weird weird weird.)

grand-scale transportation dreams

Anyone who reads all this deserves a medal. I don't even like to listen to my own whining, so it was very nice of any readers out there to absorb my mental diarrhea. I think it's time for more coffee. Signing off...