Distracted

So you know when you are taxed with accomplishing tasks A-E and all you seem to get done are newly invented tasks F-ZZ? That has been me for the last couple of days.

I'm trying to pack myself up, clean the house, cook and freeze meals for J, prepare for having dogs again, blog, decide what to do about St. Patrick's day, eat healthier, work out more, keep up with the wash, maintain social activities, etc. etc.etc. And I'm failing miserably on all fronts!!!

Sure I know J is a grown-up and can take care of meals for himself. But I feel compelled to "take care of my man" while I am gone. I'm no Martha Stewart, so don't confuse me. Now that I'm an, ahem, SAHW, taking care of the home front is my "job".

The time change back in the States has totally thrown me off and is confusing (we're only 5 hrs ahead for a few more weeks) and I'm going to partially blame that. The additional seconds I spend daily calculating what time back home is seriously cutting into my productivity.

But I haven't even been blog-hopping lately. I've missed the blogosphere tremendously but have done nothing to resolve this. Collapsing into bed at 8:30 the other night was really rewarding and I won't begrduge myself for wasting precious blogtime by sleeping, but. . .

But here I find myself--wasting the day and getting ??? done. Seriously, it's not like I'm MOVING or anything. . . I just am going back home for two weeks. Should be a no-brainer.

So that's my task for today and if I can get my c-r-a-p together I will post one of the many posts in my head right now. (Why is it you can always think about good stuff to write when you just can't sit down to write it?).

I'm off to making my lists and checking them twice.