I am a list person. It's the Virgo in me. I crave order and predictability. The sick thing is I really like to cross things off the list as I get them done. (With coloured highlighters if you don't mind) I feel like a failure if I don't get everything crossed off the list by the end of the week. Sometimes I'll write a daily list of my chores and give them an actual time frame for completion. I know that borders on obsessive. Don't comment telling me it's obsessive ...I already know that ( see ? I wrote "obsessive" back there <<<<<<<<<<<<)
Today I have a long list of things to get done. And yet I'm sitting here procrastinating. I've been up almost three hours and have managed to achieve two cups of coffee, a play with my grandson, and feeding the dogs. Slack as.
I really want to post my list of things to do because it'll shame me into getting off my butt and doing some of the things on it. But I like you and don't want to bore you to death. Plus I don't want you to find out I don't live a totally glamorous life sipping cocktails and skydiving and that I do laundry (when I have a laundry ) and heart worm my dogs and other boring chores.
I will tell you that shaving my legs is on that list (I will seriously have to bring out the whipper snipper to do that ) and my toenails need cutting because they are starting to look like dinosaur toenails they're so long. (Was that TMI? Sorry if that was TMI.) And I only mentioned those things because it gave me another 30 seconds to procrastinate.
Now I'm eating my toast and vegemite and if I chew really slowly I can probably waste another 20 minutes or so.
Fine! I'm going then and I'm not coming back until everything on that list is done.
(Stomping off to find the whipper snipper)