I have to be honest. I am kinda of lazy deep down inside. Oh, now I don't shy away from work. I won't push it off on someone else or do anything to avoid it.
But...unless I have a "deadline" (real or imagined) I just won't do it. Period.
Let me see if I can explain.
My house. It needs a cleanin'. A little sweepin' and dustin'. Some work in the kitchen. Right now I don't have a posts and pans set so I'm improvising for meals. If I wanna eat a "real meal" at home I have to have everything washed up. And while I like things clean and tidy, I also don't have a cow if it looks "lived in" - unless I have company comin'. Then - well, I get a bit obsessive. You know I think of you as closer than company if you come over and my house is a mess. Just sayin'.......
Back to my point. I had house work to do this week. Did I do it? No - no I did not. I did just enough to cook on Sunday. I didn't mop a floor or scrub a toilet. I made my bed only because it's such a habit. What I did do was sit outside, talk on the phone, read and watch old movies. That is it. I didn't leave my living area. Period.
Now, I've more than made enough excuses for myself - I've had a rough couple of weeks, schedule wise. I'm tired. I deserve some down time. Yada yada yada. Trust me, I'm really good at those excuses.
But I should have done it. Period. That's what it all boils down to. But the problem is I won't do that stuff for myself. I like a clean house - but if I'm not getting company I'll just live with the mess. I love to cook - but if there is no one to help me eat the meal, I can live on cereal. Trust me, I've done it before.
And that brings me to my point. WHY do we do that? Why can't we treat ourselves like we do those we care about? And I know I am not the only person who feels that way.
So here it is Monday morning. The work week is starting and it's gonna be an interesting one. I'm heading to CT on Wednesday, need to finish everything for that meeting. Need to prepare for my trip to Dallas. Have a birthday at work that I need to make Turtle Cake for. Leslie and TNT are comin' over on Saturday. PLUS I have the normal wear and tear stuff that needs to be done. I'm usually pretty tired when I get home from work, so it would be so much easier if I had gotten all that "day to day" stuff done this weekend. Just another example of making bad decisions.
Oh well, I've got tan lines. I'm rested. I'm ready to go back to work. So I guess the weekend wasn't a total washout.
But still - why do I do this to myself?
Posted by Tammi at July 31, 2006 05:20 AM | TrackBackI don't know why but it's a pretty "human" thing to do. Be glad for the time you spent relaxing and having some "you" time- the housework will still be there when you get to it.
Posted by: Lisa W. at July 31, 2006 07:14 AMOh, Honey. You can sit by me. I *should* be down in the basement (and it's cool down there too!) floding ooodles of clothers right now. Am I?? No. Don't wanna.... *Sigh*
A glass of wine and the computer are *so* much more fun!
Posted by: Richmond at July 31, 2006 05:20 PMWhy do you do this to yourself? Because you can.
At least, that's what I tell myself.