Last night, after our lights were all out when I was as
comfortable as possible and about ready to fall asleep, my husband asked me
what I had to do today. As I was almost asleep, my first thought was nothing.
It’s usually nothing. At least nothing much. I’m introverted
enough that I much prefer to stay in the comfort of my own home. I also prefer
to stay in the comfort of my nightgowns mostly because it means I don’t have to
wear a torture device better known as a bra.
While I’m sitting around at home, I don’t do very much
beyond some chores.
Every day we sweep, vacuum, and occasionally mop all the
floors. At least once a day we run the dishwasher and later we put away the
clean dishes. Twice every day we provide medicine to two dogs and fill puzzle toys
with food/treats to engage two of our dogs while also feeding all four of them
and keeping them separate while doing so.
There is also bringing in the mail, taking out the garbage,
and making sure the bins get to and from the curb once a week. Not to mention
regularly going to the store for groceries, and we wash the towels at least
once a week. There is also regularly scrubbing bathrooms and grooming dogs, which
sometimes requires bathing dogs.
My point is that we do plenty every day around here, but I
don’t do any of those chores. I have lots of reasons for this, but they all
boil down to the fact that I’m a short overweight senior citizen with arthritis
from my waist down. Every one of these chores requires standing, walking,
bending, stretching, or just plain reaching things I can’t reach because of my
height. So, my family does all these chores. (My daughter does most of them except
when she forces her brother to help her or my husband helps.)
My chores consist of cleaning the things I can reach
(tables, countertops) and cooking or at least assisting in cooking. I generally
do the peeling and chopping. I also manage the finances and pay the bills. Most
of which I can do sitting down.
So, when Jerry asked me what I was doing today my first
thoughts were that I didn’t have any appointments nor were there any pressing bills
to deal with. Beyond my regular cleaning and cooking chores, I had nothing on
my schedule for today. My first response was to tell him, nothing.
Then it occurred to me that I did have something to do
today.
It was at that moment that I realized my son had gathered
and taken out the garbage, including taking the bins to the curb. It was
Tuesday night, meaning today was Wednesday. I had something that I needed to do
before 8 a.m.
Something that involved sitting, but also time and thought.
All of which I wasn’t up to at 11 p.m. when I was already lying down and half
asleep. It was also something that I’d completely spaced all day. I’d given it
no thought and had no idea how to proceed.
My only conclusion was that I had to get up early this
morning and hope that I was able to get enough sleep so that I’d be refreshed and
ready for the task.
After three middle-of-the-night trips to the bathroom, my
alarm went off. I was not ready for the morning, let alone thought, but I still
needed to get things done. I dragged myself out of bed and pulled out my
laptop.
I also, very dutifully did not get on the internet or start
browsing that rabbit hole known as Facebook. I opened up a blank Word document.
Then I did look at some news headlines because I still didn’t
know what to write but I forced myself to get back to writing without delving
into any stories and wasting time.
In case you haven’t figured it out, what I forgot about
until late last night was that today was my day to post. I had to get up, come
up with a topic, and write something that made sense at a time that is earlier than
I normally get up.
I also don’t know why I felt it was such a huge deal that I
forgot about it until that late. As a rule, I often forget about it until the last
minute. Often not realizing it’s Wednesday, or my turn to post, until my alarm
goes off Wednesday morning. It’s the only day I have an alarm set to wake me
up. It’s also set so I’ll have time to write a post if it’s my turn, which I
usually manage, barely in time.
Apparently, I’m good at procrastinating.
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.