I am suffering from a MASSIVE case of motivation deficiency.
I had a TINY amount of ambition first thing this morning, but that was about two hundred years ago and is only remembered as a mythic legend.
I frequently am not exactly squealing with EXCITEMENT over chores, but today I am not merely unenthusiastic, I am downright recalcitrant about it.
Don't wanna...ain't gonna...
SO INSTEAD OF TAKING CARE OF BUSINESS (which I am SO going to regret later)...I am...uh......cleaning out the closet!
I think I bought this in 1994, the year it was put out...I used to do these CONSTANTLY...until suddenly, there were TODDLERS in the house. Eeeeeeyeah. Toddlers + Scissors + Butterfly-shaped yarn organizer = Disaster waiting to happen...so I put it (and whackity-uncounted unopened kits) "away" until Someday, when it would be (relatively) safe to leave such things out.
That day...has come.
And I am so happy, because it is enjoyable to do this again.
And I am ever-so-VERY-slightly melancholy.
There are no babies in the Den anymore...no toddlers I must protect from pokey needles and sharp scissors, who will unorganize my yarn and maybe eat it...and no frantic phone calls to the long-suffering advice nurse because I can't find my needle and Baby is acting like she's got a tummy ache...emergency pediatric visits...
...OK! Melancholy gone now! Back to pretty girly flowers and Advanced Chore Avoidance...
3 comments:
Have fun! I love doing stuff like that...especially since it makes me feel productive as I sit on my arse watching tv!
Pretty!
Oooh, pretty!
I loved doing needlepoint and counted cross stitch until "bad light stopped play". That was three homes ago - the lighting in that house was so poor, I didn't even knit.
When we moved to this house nearly eight years ago, my needlepoint went walkies. Couldn't find it anywhere. Very frustrating since I'd finally managed to find the correct shade of green for the gum trees (it's a picture of Simpson's Gap in Central Australia). It didn't turn up when we packed everything up for the building work, so I thought it was gone forever, until Christmas when DH unpacked a box of stray stuff and there it was. Obviously, I'd been put into it's penalty box for 8 years as punishment for neglect. :o)
- Pam
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