January Blues

I have never appreciated a weekend until I started working full time.
Weekends when you are in school are a total farce. They are filled with procrastination, denial, and all-out stress due to a high volume of unfinished homework. That is not a break, it is a delusion. I didn't know that though, until I graduated. Before then, I thought I appreciated them.
Nope.
Now the weekends are a glimmer of heaven. A whole 2 days of sleeping in, no real schedule to keep, and unlimited time for me and Jared (...well kind of limited...2 days...but whatever).
No responsibilities, no assignments, no....
wait.
WELL I guess cleaning the house is a responsibility.
and grocery shopping.
and paying bills.
and filing bills.
Oh and planning lessons for church (oh hey we got called as joint CTR 5 teachers in our new ward! It is so fun!...but back to my rambling...)
Going to church...that's a big chunk of time out of that weekend
Shoveling snow and cleaning up after the dog.
The occasional supplemental babysitting job I take to make a little extra.
Catching up with family
Unloading/reloading/unloading/reloading/unloading/reloading the dishwasher
DOING LAUNDRY (ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh)
Ok so some responsibilities. But procrastination? Naw...there's no....
yup.
I should have cleaned my bathrooms every weekend since we moved in.
I should have taken down all the Christmas lights last weekend.
I should have organized my once-raved-about pantry that now looks like a tornado hit it.
I should have changed the sheets in the guest bedroom after Kaytlin and Ethan left.
I should have organized my "wonderful" european-style shelves in my bathroom, that are now overflowing with an insane amount of unnecessary bath items (seriously...why do I have it in my head that I can't throw away lotion, or bath soap, even if it comes in a foil package and isn't even enough for one use?)
I should currently be folding the monumental stack of clean laundry instead of letting it sit in the basket for the 3rd week in a row, where we find the clean clothes we need and eventually the pile runs out.
But lo. The house is a mess, I don't remember the last time I vacuumed, piles of half-folded half-I-got-bored-halfway-through-and-decided-to-stop laundry are strewn about multiple rooms in my house, and the sheets upstairs are still lying crumpled, and that unmade bed, and the unorganized pantry and shelves and all that stinking laundry haunts my brain as I try to go to sleep at night.
Still...I watch Downton Abbey and convince myself it's relaxing by justifying that working full time makes it ok for me to be a responsibility-shirking heathen.
Why can't we be rich and have servants and not have to work and go to the beach every day?
That comes from me watching too much "Revenge" while trying to forget about the barricade of dirty dishes in my sink....
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Even now, I had hoped that writing these things would give me the motivation to do at least something right?
Where's my remote....