Procrastination bites yet again
This weekend something very special is happening. This may not be a big deal to the average person, but to little ol' me -wife of a business owner who can NEVER take off work, mother of a high maintenance child who I couldn't travel while pregnant because of high risk and after she was born because she was hooked up to oxygen for 9 months....all we have traveled as a family in the last several years was to Boston for her surgeries, and Addison and I went once to Wisconsin for a work thing-to me, this is very exciting!!!
This weekend we are taking a VACATION! Going to a beach in Maine for a long weekend with Aaron's family and some friends.
As one who hasn't done a lot of traveling lately, this week I have been reminded with how much work goes into planning for a trip like this. There's the laundry washing, the clothes packing (planning out Addison's wardrobe takes hours), of course we must get the garden planted before we go, need to make the appropriate desserts for sharing, the car needs to be cleaned and oh by the way my car still has on studded snow tires.
Being the procrastinator that I am, I thought I could knock out most of those today, as I work MWF and Tuesday was busy relishing the moment. ha.
Addison and I were out early, hitting the road to get the shopping part of our list done:
Lowes to buy the seeds for the garden: Addison loves that store. So many men to smile and flirt with. (what can I say, this girl loves the men)
Kohls: Kohls cash was expiring...can't let that go to waste
Sears: Camera research
Michaels: organizing baskets
Ritz Camera: Camera research
Hannaford: ingredients for dessert
Pick up Sister-in-Law
Cashed in Mother's Day pedicure-completely necessary part of a beach trip
Not that you care, but just to give you an idea of what our morning was like. We were on fire, running in and out of each store like overworked madmen inspired by the promise of vacation.
We finally stumbled back into the house, toes glowing beautifully, stomachs growling pitifully and exhaustion setting in.
Within seconds of being settled in her crib, Addison was sound asleep. Time to get the laundry, planting, packing, baking part of my list done.
So tired.
I just sat down on the couch for a second.
Such a comfy couch.
That's the last thing that I remember until hours later when I was awakened by Addison's cry, I lifted my head off of the enticingly soft couch and realized that I have spent my entire hours-of-relief-while-the-overactive-toddler-is-knocked-out-cold by sleeping myself.
Nothing was washed, planted, packed or baked.
complete. failure.
Honestly, I don't even remember falling asleep. One second I was composing a list in my head of what to do first, and the next second I was picking my face up from a puddle of drool (I know, attractive, right?) and wishing for a neck adjustment because of my pretzel like sleeping position.
Anyone else have days where they just feel like an especially bad mom/wife? Well, that has been my week (read my last post if you need your memory refreshed)
As queen procrastinator, I promise myself every time that I won't let it happen this way again next time, but I end up waiting so long to give myself the message (ha) that the worst kind of procrastination happens...every time...
Sigh. My washing machine is currently working overtime, a loaf of delicious smelling blueberry bread is cooling on the counter and my baby is fed bathed and in bed. Perhaps it's not a lost mission after all (since it's raining and the planting will just have to wait)
This weekend we are taking a VACATION! Going to a beach in Maine for a long weekend with Aaron's family and some friends.
As one who hasn't done a lot of traveling lately, this week I have been reminded with how much work goes into planning for a trip like this. There's the laundry washing, the clothes packing (planning out Addison's wardrobe takes hours), of course we must get the garden planted before we go, need to make the appropriate desserts for sharing, the car needs to be cleaned and oh by the way my car still has on studded snow tires.
Being the procrastinator that I am, I thought I could knock out most of those today, as I work MWF and Tuesday was busy relishing the moment. ha.
Addison and I were out early, hitting the road to get the shopping part of our list done:
Lowes to buy the seeds for the garden: Addison loves that store. So many men to smile and flirt with. (what can I say, this girl loves the men)
Kohls: Kohls cash was expiring...can't let that go to waste
Sears: Camera research
Michaels: organizing baskets
Ritz Camera: Camera research
Hannaford: ingredients for dessert
Pick up Sister-in-Law
Cashed in Mother's Day pedicure-completely necessary part of a beach trip
Not that you care, but just to give you an idea of what our morning was like. We were on fire, running in and out of each store like overworked madmen inspired by the promise of vacation.
We finally stumbled back into the house, toes glowing beautifully, stomachs growling pitifully and exhaustion setting in.
Within seconds of being settled in her crib, Addison was sound asleep. Time to get the laundry, planting, packing, baking part of my list done.
So tired.
I just sat down on the couch for a second.
Such a comfy couch.
That's the last thing that I remember until hours later when I was awakened by Addison's cry, I lifted my head off of the enticingly soft couch and realized that I have spent my entire hours-of-relief-while-the-overactive-toddler-is-knocked-out-cold by sleeping myself.
Nothing was washed, planted, packed or baked.
complete. failure.
Honestly, I don't even remember falling asleep. One second I was composing a list in my head of what to do first, and the next second I was picking my face up from a puddle of drool (I know, attractive, right?) and wishing for a neck adjustment because of my pretzel like sleeping position.
Anyone else have days where they just feel like an especially bad mom/wife? Well, that has been my week (read my last post if you need your memory refreshed)
As queen procrastinator, I promise myself every time that I won't let it happen this way again next time, but I end up waiting so long to give myself the message (ha) that the worst kind of procrastination happens...every time...
Sigh. My washing machine is currently working overtime, a loaf of delicious smelling blueberry bread is cooling on the counter and my baby is fed bathed and in bed. Perhaps it's not a lost mission after all (since it's raining and the planting will just have to wait)
Well, at least Addison had a good day.
"I'll take French tips, please...and does this remote come in any other flavors?"
Off to continue with recovery mode. It has been nice to whine about it first. (-: and oh yes,