I’m on my way to Baltimore today – headed to BlogU, a blogging convention that will hopefully teach me all sorts of handy stuff. I’m also pretty jazzed about the nightly parties – one of them is a “Middle School to the Max” party – so everyone is dressing how they would have dressed in middle school. I had to visit a renaissance faire in order to necessary garments – they just don’t seem to make kirtles anymore.
Okay, maybe I’m not that old – but I’m definitely in the more mature crowd (until you get a few drinks in me — then my inner teenager comes out). My middle school ensemble consists of wide-legged sailor jeans, a hideous knit shirt with tiny horizontal stripes in harvest gold, avocado, brown, and burnt sienna, all topped off with a brown crocheted vest. The quintessential middle school look for the fashion forward teenager of the mid-70’s. I may also be wearing my hair in Farah Facett fashion…with incredibly large silver hoop earrings…and maybe a spritz or two of Love’s Baby Soft perfume. Really, all that is lacking are unattractive brown Earth shoes.
I didn’t start packing for BlogU until last night – late last night, as a matter of fact, because I spent the evening sewing up a glorious denim purse from a pair of $5 Goodwill jeans – it will be the crowning touch to my middle school outfit.
I could have packed anytime in the previous 2-3 weeks…or at least I could have started packing. But I didn’t – because I’m a procrastinator and easily distracted. Because of this, I’m always behind – far, far behind.
Is it even possible to catch up? Every night when I go to bed, I make a list in my head (and sometimes on my phone or on paper) of the things I need to do the next day…or week…or month. In the morning, after I wake, I’ll stay in bed for a few minutes to make a daily plan…and then I’ll pick up my phone (just for a moment) to check the weather or my email. About an hour later, when Candy Crush tells me I have no more lives, I’ll glance at the clock and panic when I realize I have exactly 15 minutes to shower, dress, and get to work. There is no time to make the bed…but I add it to my “to do” list.
On the weekends, I try to be productive. Typically, it goes like this: I break out my list of things to do and enthusiastically begin with the first task…say, cleaning the family room. The first thing I do is to make a pile of any belongings that do not belong there…shoes and books and the like…and then I tote them upstairs, where I see that the dryer has finished its cycle and warm clothes are begging to be folded before wrinkles set in. I dump the pile of belongings on the floor of the laundry room and begin to unload the dryer, when I realize that it’s silly not to start another load in the washer right away. I head to my room to grab the hamper…and realize I have to pee. So, I detour to my bathroom and, as I sit on the toilet, I notice that the mirror in my bathroom is so spotted and streaked that I can’t really see my reflection. After I wash my hands, I wipe the mirror with my hand towel, but that just smears it worse, so I make my way to the hall closet where the cleaning supplies are kept. Along the way, I pass my son’s room and realize that since he is gone with his friends, now is my chance to get the dirty dishes (which I have been begging him to bring to the kitchen forever) out of his room. As I collect them, I grimace at the dried on mess – they are surely going to need a soak in the sink! I head back downstairs to the kitchen, passing through the family room on the way…where, dammit!! The family room!
So, in an hour, I’ve only transported belongings from one room to another, folded a few pieces of laundry, and smeared my bathroom mirror – the only tasks I actually completed (and neither was on the list) was to get my son’s dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and to pee.
The only way I could be less productive would be to put things on the list so I don’t forget them…and then forget I have a list.
I’ve done that.
It may be the reason this is the first time I’ve posted in two weeks.
How do you keep track of things you need to do? Are you easily distracted? Do you think it’s ever possible to catch up?