This week has been less than productive.
I’m not sure if it’s that I’m still adjusting to having to set my own schedule or the fact that I suffered my first official day of ‘morning’ sickness on Tuesday and couldn’t do anything but lay on the couch and stare at the tv, trying to find something in the fridge that made me feel better. And even the other days this week, I’ve had to FORCE myself to get off the couch and do some honest work for a few sites I’m working on. I’ll have a few hours where I’m all ‘workworkwork’ and then a few hours where I’m all ‘sleepsleepsleep’. And I cried during a Friends rerun the other night.
Not only do I have several jobs I’m behind on, but I still have paint to touch up on the trim in the office before I can move the desk against the wall and finish putting up my marker board, corkboard, and various other office-y things I bought in a state of giddy-ness (because I LOVE office supplies) But no, instead I’m working in an office with a vacuum cleaner in the middle of the floor (from when Scotty decided it was a great idea to knock a ceramic jewelry box thing onto the floor so that it would shatter in a million pieces and I had to clean it up at 10:30 Monday night), various empty binders and books and papers that need thrown out or organized, boxes that need thrown out or at least taken to the garage, etc etc. But I JUST. CAN’T. MUSTER. the energy or inclination.
Saturday we are going to the Steeler game. YEEEEAH.