bleh

As a kid it seemed to me that one of the jobs of adults was to "make" me do things I didn't want to do-chores, homework, put the book down, go to bed, you know how it is. I looked forward to the time when I would be an adult myself and no one could make me do any unwanted activities. Imagine my dismay when I discovered that as an adult I still have to do things I don't want to do, but I have to make myself do them. In fact, I end up doing more disagreeable tasks now then I ever did as a kid. Sigh.

Spring Cleaning

My mom had something she would often say when we were kids: A place for everything, and everything in it's place. It used to drive us nuts because, of course, it was usually followed by firm instructions about cleaning up our rooms. Many times since then I have seen the value of such advice. I've come to really enjoy organizing to make places for things. I don't always like putting things in their places quite as well, but I feel much more at peace in a tidy environment, so I do it. Recently I've realized that there are too few places for all the things in our home. B and I were both 30 when we married, and had accumulated quite a bit of stuff in our single lives. Adding all that comes with a business and a baby, and you have a lot of stuff! It is time for some of it to go. I often feel like "Spring cleaning" in April or May, I've discovered. I have begun this year with a "grand tossing-out" of stuff we don't need in order to make places for the stuff we actually use. J reminds me that I just have to take this project in small bites rather than diving in like I am want to do.

More Than I Can Chew

Sometimes I want to post on my blog, and I have all kinds of lengthy and eloquent thoughts, but not enough time to format them...so, I don't write anything. Sometimes I want to exercise, but I don't have time for a full-out hour long run...so I don't do anything. I need to clean the kitchen, but I don't have time right now for the good scrubbing that it is called for, so I put it off hoping for more time later. It will never come. Oh, I know that I have the same amount of time as everyone else, but I am still getting used to fitting other things in the pockets of time not spent on J. I don't begrudge the time I spend with J at all, in fact I quite enjoy it, but I'm finding that I often have to drop what I'm doing to care for him and come back to it later. Perfectionist Emily doesn't like this. She also doesn't like how SleepDeprived Emily forgets what she was doing before she stopped to care for the baby and never finishes it. She's just going to have to take a back seat, however. I'm learning that it is okay to "take smaller bites."