- Flea and I went to the Police concert last weekend; reflections, ruminations, and a pictorial comparison of the mini-flower pots her son and my son gave us for Mother's Day. The contents of the pots are, quite frankly, the best part.
- Pictures from spring break and whatnot. I pull out my phone and take pictures of things that amuse me, but then the pictures seldom make it to the blog I intended them for.
- My fear and loathing of the busyness of this time of year. Weddings, graduations, birthdays, family gatherings, and all the truly wonderful crap that fills our calendars and deprives us of our lazy time. I love weekends with no plans. I stay in my pajamas all day. I go to bed in the same pajamas I've had on all day. Eventually, I motivate myself to shower and maybe put on some real pants...but don't go anywhere. It's not that I'm a total homebody—honest, I'm not—but I love a good lazy weekend.
- Therapy. Did I tell you I started seeing a therapist in March? Wow, is it indulgent! I go and talk about whatever, and she listens attentively. And I'm not supposed to say, "Enough about me. How have things been going for you?" Therapy rocks. Plus she dispenses the occasional helpful suggestion that smooths out some rough spots at home. For instance: Ben + homework = trauma and frustration all around much of the time. Now we're on a new plan of "finish your homework by 4:30 and you get to play video games from 4:30 to 5." This is working like gangbusters. Ben's usually done with his work on time, and he's not lollygagging his way through it or fighting about it. He gets down to business because there's a reward. Say what you will about incentives and children's behavior—it works, and it's far more enjoyable than the daily knock-down, drag-out disputes Ben and I had been having...for a year and a half.
While I continue my busy, busy schedule of procrastinating, tell me: What have you been meaning to do, but you just haven't found the time?
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I've been meaning to clean out the dining-room closet. For months.
I fully intend to actually get rid of the piles of things on the dresser in my bedroom. I do, really.
There's this bag of books in the garage that's supposed to go the library for donation, and one more overdue book that needs to be returned and a fine that needs to be paid.
Oh, and all the fascinating things I've been meaning to blog about. Yeah, those. But it's baseball season....
My list is so long . . .
Blog about something other than my lunch (metaphorically speaking).
Start my needlepoint
Clean out the hall closet
Write a book
Get regular exercise
Blegh. I keep thinking I'll do these things when I finish this job (whatever "this job" happens to be at the time), but then I get another job, so . . .
I've been meaning to call and make an appointment with a therapist....
For the rest of us, there's the piechart of procrastination:
http://tinyurl.com/4bxrwu
blog. clean. sleep.
I can't believe I beat you to posting about the concert. It's been what, almost a month? I just put my post up about it today. Such slackers, we are.
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