I've had a nice weekend. Not a great weekend, or an exciting one, but two days off where I could do whatever I wanted. And what I wanted to do was nap, watch Bridesmaids, go shopping with a friend and eat a hamburger. And guess what? I did all of those things.
There are some things I should have done--like the dishes, which have been piling up all week. I didn't take out the trash, or do a load of laundry, or even press a button on the roomba so it would clean the floors. I didn't finish unpacking my car from the art show I was in last weekend. I spent two days sleeping in, watching movies, and taking baths. I didn't cook anything for the upcoming week. I sauteed some frozen pierogis and left the dirty pan on the stove.
I'm sure my mental block about housework isn't specific to me, but I do find it worrying that my dishes are done so infrequently. I leave my laundry until the day I run out of underpants, then furiously do four loads. I literally have to push a button to clean the floor, and yet it never occurs to me to do it until it's already after midnight and too late to vacuum if I still want to be on good terms with the neighbors.
I seem to always find the time for something I want to do. Can I go to five goodwills in an afternoon? Absolutely. I can also watch the same movie three times in a row. But I can't go into the kitchen to do some dishes during the third replay, because I will miss something.
So this weekend, though relaxing, was not productive. Hopefully tomorrow I can get it together and make my apartment look more like a dwelling, and less like an episode of Hoarders in the making.
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