Dig me out!!

It's almost noon (oops, just looked at the clock... it's past noon) and I'm still in my pajamas at the kitchen table, pondering the meaning of life.

Well, not really. What I'm doing is procrastinating. I have laundry in the washer and in the dryer. I'm guessing that most of the people reading this have the same affliction, so at least I'm not alone. I have dishes to do.

There are 20 pansies in the back of my car that need to be unloaded. I have some stuff to take to work with me this week that needs to go into the back of my car. Gotta keep kids amused, ya know. I need to make a new limbo CD (just like the OLD one, but that's out at my school).

I have a lot to do. There's so much of it that I'm not sure where to start, really.

I must confess here.

Do you have a place in your home that's always covered in clutter?
If you're like me, you have more than one place like that.

My big one is the kitchen table.

It's like an archeological dig. Layers upon layers. Papers to shred. Papers to file. Papers to recycle. Tax information. Prescription receipts that need to go to the comp insurer for reimbursement. Egg cartons. I've been saving them for a project at work. Other things that need to go to work with me. Hangers and jackets and books and paper and fun foam and a game and some playing cards and my cell phone and my camera and a box of tissues and pens and pencils and computer USB cords for this and that and a jar of aquarium gravel...

Earrings. Sharpies. My wallet. Napkin holder with salt and pepper shakers. A dish towel that I occasionally use as a bib. I have to, because if I am in a hurry, I drop food on myshelf.*

A vase. I bought it at Goodwill, it was full of pony beads. Now it sits here empty, ready to be re-donated. I have a squishy ball that I was using for physical therapy for awhile. It needs to go back to work. My laptop. An empty water bottle. A zippered bag that came in the mail with some makeup I ordered.

*Not a typo.

Under all of this... my Christmas tablecloth.
Yep, I am serious.

Now please cut me a little slack. From November to mid-February, while I was trying to recover from surgery, I didn't feel much like dealing with any of it.

After I went back to work January 4th, I needed a lot more rest than I was getting. And stuff got piled on top of stuff.

It's got to stop. I just know that within another week or so it'll be harboring wildlife.

I also know that I will feel better when it's done. I always do.

So why am I still sitting here?

I'm not.

See you later.