Well, I had high hopes for the New Year - not to mention my New Year's resolutions... and even this early in the game, it looks like it's a losing battle.
See, this year, I vowed to be more organized... so that I could find the time to do things that were important to me.
Stuff like catching up on blogs, and getting around to posting more regularly.
Things like getting out in the yard and getting the veggies fertilized, not to mention doing something about the waist-high weeds that are quickly becoming a tangled jungle out there.
I vowed to get the Christmas tree down by January 2nd, and get everything - including the ornaments - boxed up properly, so it would all be ready for the moving van.
Which also needs to be scheduled, since it's going to take at least 6 weeks to get from this end to the other.
Which also means sorting and packing and tossing and giving away my possessions - most of which I look at now and think "what in the hell was I thinking?" when I bought that?
None of that is getting accomplished.
Not one iota.
The Christmas tree is still standing in the corner... mostly devoid of ornaments, but I still have the lights to do.
The ornaments are piled haphazardly on the table, awaiting sorting and boxing.
And the stinkin' cats made off with the tinsel rope a couple of days back and I haven't even bothered to go looking for it.
The refrigerator needs a good cleaning out, but I keep using the excuse that I want to wait until garbage bin day - which is 3 days from now.
The laundry needs doing, but I keep using the excuse that I want to get the laundry room tidied and sorted through first before dragging the clothes baskets out.
Hell, there are even towels on the clothesline that have been there since at least 2 days ago... but I'm just using the excuse that they're just getting well aired.
Excuses, excuses, excuses...
I need a minder.
I swear I do.
Or at the least a cattle prod... and someone to administer it to my hiney.
Pity no one gave me one for Christmas.