Friday, May 19, 2006

Just put one foot in front of the other...

I have to remember that as the precious minutes tick away and the work I have keeps piling up. I should be grading my juniors' research papers--but I am not. I should have finished the tile backsplash last night--but I did not. I should have gone to they gym yesterday--but I didn't. I shouldn't be sick--but I am. I should have my final written--but I don't. I should have lost more weight--but I haven't. I should, I should, I should....I didn't, I haven't, I won't.

The kitchen is almost done. I can finally start to see what it will look like finished. But it isn't done and I want it to be. There are just not enough hours in the day for me to get done what I want. The back yard is overgrown and it needs some attention. I haven't planted my annuals yet for this year. I bought berry bushes weeks ago to plant they are now wilted and dead. I am out of kitty litter and keep forgetting to buy it. Cats are so not happy with me. I have to keep moving forward. I have to clean out my classroom, but I haven't. I should clean out the fridge, but I haven't.

I haven't even started on the nursery. I have things but the room is not anywhere near ready to be done. I have to sand, prime, paint, lay floor, etc. I was so worried that the wait was going to be too long until we pick up our little guy. Now I am not sure there will be enough time to get it all done--none of that matters though does it. He won't know if I didn't get something done that I wanted to. I should go to my brother's country house to visit--but I haven't. I should clean out my closest and drawers, but I haven't. I should remember to put out the recycling, but I don't. Breathe. As long as I keep putting one foot in front of the other I should make it to where I want to be--or atleast where I need to be.

1 comment:

MP2 said...

Life is a marathon, not a sprint. You're doing great. Enjoy this time of excitement and anticipation - you deserve to. Anyway, your baby will love puttering in the yard, going on outings to the country house, listening to you read your final to him. And your arms will be the best nursery that he could ever hope for.