Slugabed

I am a slug.

I get so little done everyday, it's not even funny.

I like to blame the baby, but it's not all her fault. I just find it so hard to get things done. Everything takes so much longer with the baby, I tend to give up before I've even started.

The cold weather has also given me an excuse to not go for my daily walks (the new neighborhood isn't exactly conducive to long walks, either), so I have so much less energy now than before.

The day runs out like sand through a sieve. I feel lucky if I get a room clean and get dinner on the table at a reasonable hour, forget about running errands or actually leaving the house. Monday's chore is clean the kitchen and sweep and mop the floors. I got the floors swept, but only the kitchen mopped and nothing else cleaned.

I know that it's got to be me; I mean women have more kids and get more things done everyday. I always feel like I'm running just to keep standing still, like I'm never making any progress. I expend so much energy maintaining the status quo that I can never get ahead. I don't even know what "ahead" is supposed to look like.

I'm not really as bummed out as this post may sound. I'm fairly chipper at the moment, actually. It just gets to me sometimes, all the things that I'm not doing that I could be and should be doing. Bleah.