So, yesterday I got myself all in a tizzy because I should have done something last week and I didn’t. And then I didn’t do it because it was the weekend and we were all feeling under the weather. And then I didn’t do it because my husband was ill off work and I was tired. And then I was really panicked because it was overdue and I felt guilty and which made me anxious which made it really hard to do. I skirted around and did some other useful but less urgent stuff, building up to it. And then I got some phonecalls, which sent me into a spiral of panic. Obviously I didn’t answer them. My ability to answer the phone is dependent on my mental state (which reminds me, really should get around to thinking about my personal traffic lights).
But I did bully/cajole/pull my self together enough to work out what needed doing and get it done. With a bit of luck thrown in too. Yay.
And then I felt completely exhausted and wiped out. I even went to bed early, but hubby was having some down time watching olympic highlights on his tablet so I didn’t exactly get the early night I needed.
Oh and did I mention that one of the emails I managed to skim read had a thing I needed to do for tomorrow. I promised myself to work on it this morning. As it will take a lot of work. So, I have wasted the morning looking at stupid links from facebook. Gah.
I am confessing here in an attempt to shame myself into doing something. Once I’ve eaten the soup that’s cooking. That’s not procrastinating right, that’s looking after myself.