The last two days have included some big plans. Those big plans have been thwarted by a few things: an irresponsible ex, sunshine, House (season two), crackers, mania and just-don’t-wannas.
Things have fallen by the way-side.
- Most of my pots, pans and sippy cups are clean, but that’s about all. There’s two loads of dishes to be done.
- I sifted through the too big box of Isobel’s clothes, adding more to the three basket-high pile of dirty laundry. Now there’s four loads to be done.
- There’s some pork chops defrosting and a fresh pack of steak strips in my freezer, but it’s too late to crock pot anything in time for dinner, so I’m like, “conventional cooking, like on a stove? What the hell is that?” I need to actually cook tonight because as healthy as the last two nights of being hippies with pitas, hummus and veggies on the beach were, something with some damn meat in it needs to be eaten.
- I figured out a solution for the bang horribleness – a head band with copious amounts of gel for smoothing. I bought some of the stay put ones for Isobel a week or so ago, but they’re too big, so I figured I’d use em but they’re a little big for me, too. Must make some cool retro ones from cool yarn stash.
- I have decided, after being stood up by one of my clients/friends at the park yesterday, that I can’t continue our personal or professional relationship. She’s great, warm person, but so oblivious to how she affects others. I’ve gotta finish all of her work and provide her with the most professional two weeks notice letter possible, also stating that she’s a flake. Hmmm.
- Since last night I cut JDawg off of all visits and I’m not sure if I’ll be receiving support as agreed, I’ve gotta work more. But working outside the home is not a great mental possibility for me. I’ve gotta put together my resume (and/or an online portfolio) for applying for writing jobs – articles, blogs and business plans.
- You don’t even want to know when the last time I mopped my kitchen floor was. Or cleaned my bathroom. The bathroom’ll get done during Isobel’s bath today, I think.
- I’ve got two kinds of muffin mix and two fruit types that Isobel won’t tackle in solid form but still likes. Must combo fruits and mixes to create muffin wonderfulness.
- Oh, yeah, and still quit smoking.
- And call that lawyer about that malpractice type stuff.
- And call the student loans people, telling them I never cashed the $10K loan in 2001 and therefore don’t owe them $12K, now.
- And get that lump checked out and Isobel her 18 month shots.
- And figure out how to prioritize my new life, without breaks (and hopefully fit in, financially, a babysitter, so I can have breaks) so that I get everything done and stop feeling like I’m constantly drowning in procrastination’s products and trying to escape via pitas on beaches and watching House while drinking too much coffee.
- I haven’t taken nearly as many pics of Isobel this week as I normally would. Must take pics and as a prerequisite, must charge camera batteries.
