Overwhelmed

Today I am feeling a bit overwhelmed. And when I feel overwhelmed, I quit and don't do anything. That's my coping mechanism I suppose. (And so here I sit and blog...)

The house is a wreck, as usual, I've got tons of projects (most of them half-finished) I want to do but can't muster up the courage or motivation to tackle them, and we're all in this after time-change funk. Ugh.

So here's what I would do if I had limitless amounts of energy: clear off that always-there-stack on my kitchen counter, vacuum (oh come on, it is a huge hurdle seeing as it takes me almost an hour to get the whole house covered. I know, I know, boo hoo, it's my own fault for buying a big house, whatever), wipe all the grimy stuff off my dining room walls, finish organizing my cramped desk by making cute pen containers and printing off House of Order worksheets, (oh ya can't forget the kids) go to the park, put all winter clothing away in hopes that it's not jinxing us into another snowstorm, actually finish the laundry and not leave that miscellaneous pile that doesn't have to be done, bake some chocolate cookies, scrub my shower, research store prices and compare to the case lot sale at Macey's (ok, I have actually started doing this, it just takes A TON of time to do), unpack the rest of the Junk boxes in the basement, post the yummy recipes cluttering my family room floor that I've been meaning to post for a week now, finish putting together some file folder games we laminated last week, finish making the chore charts we started yesterday, put the picnic basket away from Saturday, practice the piano you forgot you owned, exercise, write that letter to HBO about how horrible they are (Big Love episode to air soon with temple ceremonies- makes me sick), finally get all caught up with everyone's blogs, start working on my online class, plan out this year's garden and start the seedlings, change all the batteries out of the toys that need it, look at all those cool websites you just heard about from the half-read magazine, cut out Sunday's coupons, oh and cook dinner and clean up after.

I know, I've got this huge problem with ideality and reality. I can come up with the ideas, but can never follow through with them. I'm just not a finisher. That's one thing I've learned from the House of Order gal, that if we just finish what we're doing, our homes would be so much neater. Oh, so you mean, finish the laundry? Finish going through that magazine so you can throw it away instead of putting it in that huge stack of half-looked-at magazines? Finish cleaning up after dinner so you don't have to wake up to a depressingly dirty sink and floor (Jacob is in that throw-everything-onto-the-floor stage. Fun times. Three times a day.)? Finish dealing with the mail so it doesn't add to that mutant pile of crap on my kitchen counter?

Wow, aren't I Suzy Sunshine. Sorry.

Well that made me feel better. Back to work.