The problem
Do you ever irritate yourself? Like REALLY irritate yourself? I do. All the bloody time. There are many reasons I get annoyed with myself. From saying ‘yes’ when I really want to say ‘no’ (I’m sure I’m not alone there!), and to being so ridiculously indecisive (why can’t decisions be easy to make?!). But what really gets on my bits more than anything, despite my best efforts – I cannot, for the life of me, stay organised.
I buy diaries, or have them gifted to me, every year. It’s a good job, because if I didn’t, God only knows what I’d be like! I have to write down what I’m doing and when – it’s the only way. I have reminders pop up on my phone, only for me to forget I’ve seen them which results in me forgetting to do whatever task it was I needed reminding of. And I’m usually ALWAYS late. Jeez, this racks me off more than anything. You know you have a friend that you tell them the time to be somewhere is half an hour earlier than it needs to be, because you know if you don’t they’ll be late? Yep. I’m that person. And I can assure you. It irritates me a whole lot more than it does my friends and family.
Now I know this sounds totally contradictory in comparison to the blog post I wrote about how I organise my blogging schedule. And for a while I was organised with it. I still am to an extent but I’ve got to be honest. I lapsed a bit. I no longer have two weeks worth of posts scheduled. Things get busy don’t they? Christmas comes along and birthdays and there’s presents to wrap, and parties to organise and you know, life to live. I had to be a Mum, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a friend. I had stuff to do that didn’t involve tapping away at a laptop and scribbling away in a notebook.
But the work kept coming in and the blogs got written and the pictures got edited and the posts got published. But, honestly? It felt uncomfortable. It felt like I was constantly on the go. Always had something to do and every time I sat down to watch Eastenders I felt guilty that I wasn’t scheduling a tweet or liking a shedload of pictures on Instagram. Phew. I’m knackered just thinking about it. And I was back then. I needed a break.
The solution
And so I took a break. Christmas came along and I decided to hang up my writing boots for a couple of weeks (or more like ten days!). I decided to reassess the situation after the season of turkey, presents and Prosecco had passed. And so here we are. Back where I left it.
During the break I decided that not only did I need to be organised with the blogging malarkey, because we all know just how much time it takes up. But I needed to be organised in LIFE aswell. I’m talking boring shit, like cleaning and washing and mundane crap like, getting clothes ready for the next day.
Don’t get me wrong, I did do the cleaning and the washing (I’m not a skank!) but I did it whenever I could be bothered or whenever I had a spare minute. I didn’t schedule it in. I didn’t have set days like I know a lot of people do. I’ve never been a domestic goddess – and for the record, I never will be, but I do feel like I need to nail this part of being a grown up. Because I never have and if I’m honest. I don’t like it.
I’m organised! (well, kind of!)
So, I’m on it. I’ve given myself a kick up the ass and have told myself to be a grown up and do the domesticated thing. I’ll do the washing every God damn day if I have to, to stay on top of it. I refuse to be that person who’s putting away two weeks worth of washing because she’s been putting it off for days on end. Yesterday I had both beds stripped and in the washing machine before I even had breakfast. For a few minutes I sounded like my Mum when asking the Mr to get out of bed. “Get up I need to strip the bed!” is something that has never left my mouth before. Who even IS this person?
In terms of this little corner of the internet that takes up so much time? Well for now I have set writing days – evenings of course. Whilst the Mr is in the gym, I am exercising my fingers writing things like this, and all of the other things that go with it. Whilst Little Man sleeps I am wide awake, creating something that hopefully one day he will get to read and be proud of me for (whilst thinking “So that’s why Mum was on her phone a lot!”).
So far it’s going well. All of it. The house is clean and tidy. The washing is done. The blogs are written and published and the tweets are tweeted. So far, I hardly dare say it, but I think I’m winning at 2017!
Well. I say winning. At least until the morning, when I know I will probably be rushing Little Man out of the door because I made us late again, faffing at whatever I was faffing with that made me underestimate the time.
Ah well. You can’t win them all. One step at a time yeah?
How about you? Are you like me (someone please say yes!) or are you super sorted?
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