It must have been the late walk. My daughters abandoned me and the Significant Other{SO} (don't necessarily like this definition) early from the street festival yesterday evening. I found myself without a ride home, my SO not having brought an extra motor cycle helmet , I convinced him I could walk the mile home. Sure! No problem! I had done it before. After all every Saturday morning my two youngest children and I ride our bikes downtown to our charming farmers market. I've walked it before, I could do it again.
Once home, feeling exhausted, all children settled, Saturday schedules confirmed, I set about my evening routine: email, bills, online news check, remembering to Google information a friend told me about (okay- this may have stressed me a little).Then remembering the busy family gathering the next day, a few chores shouted for my attention. Normally by this time of night I'm fading fast but I'm trying not to be so forgetful. I wrote a previous blog about Swiss Cheese Syndrome-never being able to remember to do things. I did those chores.
After getting ready for bed, I found myself doing more chores. Why I asked myself, you will pay dearly for this tomorrow.
Why do we get in these modes where we feel the need to do everything all at once when we have let things go for weeks. The giant pile of laundry I carried downstairs at midnight had been there all week. I'm pretty sure it will be sitting right wear I left it for the next 24 hours.
Good idea gone bad?
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