Not a night goes by that I get into bed and don’t feel I’ve forgotten something. To the point where I get that absolutely dreaded sinking sensation of “oh my gosh” I forgot to…
You’d think it was something terribly important by the way my body responds to the thought. And to be honest sometimes it is, but most times, it’s not.
Mostly just things I should have done during the day but don’t get to. Some days I’m so busy I don’t get to sit down till Archies in bed, and then I don’t really know what I actually achieved.
The washing I brought in and put away, is all over the floor – Archie
The bed I made in the morning, looks like I’ve been having a nice nap all day – Archie (not from sleeping I can tell you)
The floor I vacuumed, has biscuit crumbs and blueberries smooshed into it – Archie
Im seeing a pattern here. No wonder it feels like nothing gets done.
I spend half my day doing the same 5 things over and over and the other half looking for my things as if they were hidden treasures. Stashed away in trains, draws, shoes, boxes, the play tent and sometimes even under my pillow.
It would be easier to just walk out and leave it, but I can’t do that, imagine what it would look like then!