Posts Tagged ‘procrastination’

How have YOU been?

September 18, 2013

Finding it hard to get going this morning. We are due at a friend’s house at 11. It’s almost nine and I’m still naked, albeit not technically as I have a fluffy robe on.

So much going on at the end of this week and all next week – snort’s annual allergy thing, my crazy vulva appointment, two pottery classes, friends, new boiler which apparently necessitates FIL staying here for a week (goodbye naked mornings, my friends), etc. And another tooth went haywire, so the kids had another opportunity to observe dental work, x rays, chat with the dentist.

The big tasks make me tired. Because I’d love a run of a few days of nothing, where we could just luxuriate in being slugs. It’s the little things that exhaust me – packing lunches, medication, brushing teeth, etc.

I don’t know how we don’t seem to have time to do everything would like – like a weekly swim, because DUDE. I don’t work, the kids aren’t in school, and we managed to spend the afternoon yesterday in my bed watching a movie. Life feels very full, and for the kids I think their most absorbing moments are when they are deep in play, either alone or with each other. More and more I am called over for incidentals – untangling string, snapping in a tricky bit of Lego, etc – but they can play with their minds, the world, rocks, concurs, toys for ages.

Not sure where this post is going, but I suspect it is a great way to procrastinate taking a shower and making packed lunches.

In other news, I just discovered the Goodbin Bynto boxes online. Snort wants red, Coco wants yellow but will settle for green. I have to order the green from abroad, and somehow it is cheaper to pay international shipping than to just order from the actual website for our area. But of course abroad doesn’t sell red. BASTARDS.

This is a first world problem, a first world ramble, but so help me god, as soon as TMD gets paid I want to get these boxes. I totally want the pink one for ME. And the stickers. And one for TMD.

The end.


My vagina wants me to lay down again. *pity party*

April 9, 2009

Sitting up on the couch AND leaning back against it – two no-nos in the world of Twin Pregnancy. (Can you hear the horns announcing…Twin Pregnancy?) But you know, I don’t give a good fuck at this moment in time. Avert your eyes if you don’t want to see whining and self-pity.

But…I’m boooooooooooooored. Being at home is all fun and games assuming you are able and willing to move around. A life lived lying on your side? Totally fucked up, my friends. And I’ve got some kickin’ rib tenderness on my left side, which is made about a zillion times more uncomfy when I am lying down. So I thought, be a daredevil. Go on. Sit up, lean back, prop that laptop on your knees and experience typing from a normal position again.

It’s not quite as risque as buying a motorcycle and taking off for unknown territories, but it gave me a brief thrill for about ten minutes. Or five.

Fact is, I am clockwatching. I am waiting and waiting and waiting for TMD to get home. I’m lonely, bored, thirsty, uncomfortable, worried, etc. I am also radiantly happy and keep touching my bump. But honestly, the babies are okay company – but not quite the same as having someone with you who is living outside of your stomach. I need a hug!

I keep wondering how in god’s name I can possibly stay at home for another 18 weeks (if I deliver at 38 weeks, which is the plan) because HOLY FUCK THIS IS BORING. The upside is that all this rest means I am likely to head off bad complications from the SPD, preterm labour, etc. It also means I’m less likely to be forced onto actual never-leave-the-bed-rest. I know my job is to be a good twincubator and cook up some healthy, fat babies – but god.

I think I need something or someone to entertain me. Maybe a couch in the middle of some woods somewhere, with ambient bird sounds and leafy shadows/light dappling my body. Maybe the ability to sit up for more than 20 minutes without causing myself grievous pains and aches – and therefore being able to do some serious writing. Maybe the motivation to kickstart meditating (I’ve just bought Kabat-Zinn’s Full Catastrophe Living so maybe that will help?) and get into some sort of routine.

The thing is, I actually have a lot to do. Find a guy to make us a will. Download the legal documents to give TMD parental responsibility. Research dual citizenship stuff for the babies. Call the clinic and ask when we get the donor’s pen sketch. Ask them if the lady I donated eggs to got pregnant. Make a list of shit I need from work (my wind up sushi misses me, I am sure of it). Perhaps start filling in the paperwork to become a Superstar Therapist. Make a list of things for babies/my hospital bag. Make a list of stuff we need for the house. Call this strange local lesbian family to see if we can make friends, even though calling someone I don’t know makes me nervous.

But, crazy me, I feel like I can’t do any of that until my new orange notebook comes in the mail and I can make all sorts of crazy detailed lists in the book. Just for the satisfaction of crossing them out – but also because I feel better when I get things out of my head and onto paper. Or this blog, I guess.

Whine, whine, whine.

I spend my days flitting between tv channels. I turn my head sideways and read pregnancy forums, update twitter, mindlessly refresh my Facebook homepage, and check my email. Blog. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I am happy to be at home if it is the best thing for the babies and my body, but jesus why does it have to be so endless? Am I really capable of being home and essentially immobile for NINETEEN total weeks? Is my emotional health strong enough?

I need comfort.

NaNoWriMo cheerleading.

November 1, 2008

I’ve discovered a unique way to put off writing: going around to other people wishing them good luck! I know I would be cheered by other people doing the same to me, and it feels weirdly good dropping in on stranger’s blogs saying hi.

If you are doing nano, I suggest you do the same to other blogs. Jesus, imagine if this was some sort of karmic chain letter – if we all did it to three people, eventually our names would rise to the top of the chain and we’d get lots of ‘good luck’ comments back?

Somehow I don’t think it works that way.

Still, 2100 words so far – along with a new 2009 diary, a frozen right hand, a new blog header, many Facebook conversations, an hour of really bad tv, and some leftover Halloween candy. Not too bad.

The ways I procrastinate, take one:

November 1, 2008

Old flairboard:

Something you could have lived without.

October 28, 2008

Another day, another dollar. I’m sat at work with, essentially, nothing to do all day. And, horror of horrors, my computer still does not connect to the internet. That means at random times I switch desks to check my work email. And come here.

Not connecting to the internet was awesome when I had loads of work to do that I had been putting off. Nothing says ‘procrastination’ like an internet connection. But on a day when I have so little to accomplish? I think Freecell can only go so far. We’ll see. I haven’t played it in like ten years and experienced a thrill of delight when I found it on my computer yesterday.

This is fast paced,  urban excitment right here. Any minute now sirens will be screaming, video cameras will be swarming, I will somehow become famous. In the meantime, I’ll be thinking about how I forgot to bring my lunch to work today.

Dare I say it?

May 22, 2008

Okay, guess this is goodbye for a couple of days. We’re moving tomorrow, and we won’t have broadband for a week or so. TMD is packing like a hurricane at the moment, and I’m here sending flair to people on Facebook. I’m just totally wiped out – don’t remember the last time I was this tired.

As tested today, I can update from work….that being said, I don’t know when I’ll next be at work. Shh. Don’t tell. I will be next Thursday for definite, and possibly Wednesday as well. So I won’t be updating. I’ll miss it, but perhaps the lack of an internet connection will give me the opportunity to put this laptop to the use it was bought for – novel writing. Wish me luck!