Don't let the urgent take precedence over the important.
These sound like great words to live by. Or at least plan by. I have gotten a lot better in terms of life-structure over the past couple of years; planning and being organized are sort of like learning a second language for me. I will always think and dream in my mother tongue, but I am determined to learn some good things from other cultures!
Here's what I've found after
days months years of personal research: when I plan to do the important things, and actually DO them, (even if I am kicking and screaming on the inside) I have enough time to do those spontaneous things I always want to do. As an added bonus, when I do them, it's guilt-free. This extensive research came to a head this weekend when I confronted my nemesis, the Laundry Monster.
I have often remarked that I have a couch-full of laundry. What I mean is this:
I might not like folding laundry.
I was looking at this beast and had been avoiding it, and adding to it for a couple of days, cause I was waiting to spontaneously feel like doing it. This whole thing of having spontaneity as a plan for getting things done, just isn't all it's cracked up to be. So I thought I should time myself and see how long it actually takes to fold 6 loads of laundry. That's about half a weeks' worth of laundry, if you care - but I'm not even complaining about that, I'll save that for another day.
This is really another example of how homeschooling has ruined me- I have to turn everything into an experiment. No children were harmed, or even asked to do any folding in the creating of this experiment.
I was truly hoping that this task was worthy of all the whining
I might hate folding laundry
This is a vintage whine - I've been working on it for over 15 years. It sounds something like "I don't have time to get this done, I'll just chuck in on the couch till I feel like doing it." " Or until I move it to my bedroom if company comes over" " Or until my friends that I don't move laundry for come over and fold it with me." "Or for me."
I hate folding laundry.
Guess how long it took to turn it into this:
|Please ignore the orphaned socks, for lo, there are many.|
I know. It's ri-donk-u-lous how much time that didn't take.
Add another 6 to get them all into the appropriate bedrooms and mine & Josh's put away (he still believes in the laundry fairy and I'd hate to ruin the magic).
Ridonkulous - I'm not sure if that word should have a c or a k, but it's the right word, I know that for sure.
So, first, I must chastise myself because, it took less than half an hour to get all of that done. That's hardly worth whining about.
Then, later in the day, another load of laundry was done, it was so average in size it wasn't even picture worthy. Guess how long it took me to fold that - Exhibit B- shall we say?
At first I thought that just wasn't worth it - minute for minute, it was a better use of my time to grow the laundry monster for a few days. But then I was thinking - what do I more often have: Spaces of 6 minutes with no Laundry Monster to haunt me in my sleep or tormented spaces of 30?
Yeah. Do it now.
Then I have time for important stuff like going to the park with the kids, spending some whine free time with Josh, or even preparing something other than pancakes for supper.
Nike had it right: Just Do It.
Now about the ironing...