Welcome Back, Sanity

The last few weeks here at homestead Chatfield Lite have been kind of rough. I started getting behind at work- and if I haven't mentioned before, I work from home, so there is nary a time when a distraction is not but a few inches away. See also: 460 square foot apartment. Nothing is ever more than a few inches away. Unless it is in someone elses place.

Anyway, so I got behind on a bit of work, and then I started working frantically to get caught up. All that work then led to gross neglect of domestic responsibilities. And then mail started piling up. And then I kept forgetting to call about renewing my lease. And then my dishes didn't wash themselves and I ran out of underwear and I got a letter from the DMV about insuring my car that I don't drive that I didn't realize needed to be insured while it wasn't being used. But now I know. So last night I got to an ugly place where I realized I was running low on non-guilt related issues in my personal and professional life. So I went over to boyfriends house and watched Harry Potter.

Ok, so that last part wasn't quite the solution I was looking for, but today I have my resolve back and my dignity is also not so far away. I'm staying in today not only because of the overwhelming responsibilities that I've neglected, but also because Mother Nature or Father Time or Aunt Flo or some other obscure relative/mythical force of nature decided to dump 5 inches of snow on the ground. Just the excuse I need to get caught up on work and life! I'm doing things in phases. Work for an hour, TV for 15 (er...or was it 30?) minutes, clean the kitchen for an hour (yes, it took an hour), put some clothes away, and back to work. Oh, and blog. Always blog.

Today is officially Get Your Shit Together Day in honor of that person whom I sometimes wish I were if only becoming her didn't cut into my reruns of NCIS. Happy GYST-D everyone!