I couldn't quite figure out what was going on with me yesterday, but it had best not be an indication of how the week is going to go. Call it what you will, but I just couldn't seem to get out of my own way.
I only had a million and one things to do but couldn't find the impetus to start any or all of them. From laundry to dishes to a website rewrite to cleaning the basement or the garage, I could not get my butt moving on a single project. Instead, I just kept mindlessly walking around the house and mentally torturing myself by looking at all that needed to be done, but wasn't.
Our house is currently in a state of transition: After almost two years, my mother-in-law and all of her stuff moved out of our house, basement and garage last Friday. Within the next week, my son will move back to his ‘old’ bedroom after he decides on a new paint color (because simple beige does not cut it for a ten-year-old boy).
The big move left many sectors of our house in a state of polite pandemonium: As Bonnie’s belongings took up residence in our garage and a major portion of the basement, our storage items were quickly and haphazardly shoved out of the way two year’s ago, when we realized she had a hell of a lot more stuff than we had planned for.
Our two-car garage became a barely one-car garage, as we stored our new items in there and our bedroom closet. Jim’s knee surgery added to the clutter, with walkers and crutches and icing machines and raised toilet seats and contraptions to make his knee bend.
The movers quickly and efficiently whisked away furniture and hundreds of storage boxes from throughout our home. Left in their wake was a lopsided-looking basement and garage piled high in the center with children’s bikes, shelving units, storage boxes, garden equipment, a snow blower, lawnmower and various unrelated items.
And as I wrote about it, I become more stressed but not motivated enough to do something about it. Even as I sat down to write today’s blog, the headline was funny but dragging the rest of the words out of my blocked brain was almost an exercise in futility.
But I did come up with a number of creative diagnoses of my condition: April Apathy, Monday Moodiness, The Blah Humbugs, Mentally Motivated yet Physically Impaired (MMPI), Wrong Side of the Bed Syndrome, Delayed March Madness, Who the Hell Bought Decaf, Preliminary Hoarding Complex and/or Laura’s Lazy Day.
I made dinner, supervised Easter cookie baking and decided to give myself a one-day only pass. Tuesday is another day, and I know those boxes aren’t going anywhere unassisted.
Your feelings of the blahs when so much needs to be done happens to all of us at one time or another. I found that concentrating on one room/task at a time without thinking ahead of the next job helps at times. Remember to get the kids involved. Sometimes they need to be reminded that they are part of taking care of their home. Good luck!
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