So, I tried this trick: What if I have to go back to work tomorrow? What will I think "Oh no, I didn't do this?"
This has only been semi-effective. I half-heartedly began organizing our photos on the laptops and in the cloud. It's so easy to get overwhelmed that I find if I do one file/album at a time that I am not resenting the project nearly as much.
I've printed out a few of my favorite shots and have even hung some. There are three waiting patiently to be hung.
Every closet we have has been culled and organized. I am side-eyeing one cupboard that tends to easily get cluttered. It is one of those cupboards where I'm all "This is FUTILE!" because it is our version of a junk drawer and Kevin has regular access to it.
Kevin's ADHD manifests in not picking up his toys. His workbench almost always has tools, projects, and stuff spread across it. This cupboard is another representation of that workbench.
Every once in a while, we will go through that and I hear "Why do we even HAVE this!?!" and "Oh, there this is." at least twice, each. Maybe I'll schedule pulling everything out of the cupboard tomorrow when he's home. Like, say, right around lunchtime.
The unfortunate thing about not working is that a person has lots of time on their hands but not necessarily not a lot of funds for which to do stuff. I could work in the yard more but that requires plants, soil, and trips into town. I could work on the memory books but that requires money spent on supplies.
So, I have planted pretty flowers in a corner bed that just never has looked good. I have to say that Wally world has a very nice, small selection of flowers and plants. What I liked was that they were clearly divided into annuals and perennials. This lessens my frustration in choosing plants tremendously. Also, the store I go to has a good flower person because they are always well watered and tended. Oh, and cheap. The best part, really.
I powerwashed our back deck and a section of fencing, next to the newly redone flowerbed. I could get addicted to powerwashing, so easily. It's just so pleasing. Our large yard is surrounded by cedar fencing so one could easily spend a week on cleaning all of it. Lucky for me, it's been raining so I haven't been tempted to go tackle any of it.
|The fences in shadow are only two small sections that need washing. You can see where it's going to be a treat to do, right?|
The only remaining project is painting. I need to paint. We need to paint. It's been ten years and it's way time. I've chosen a color, basically a warm Tuscany yellow, for the kitchen and a few walls. I just need to go buy paint and supplies. Oh, and grow the taste for painting. I enjoy it at first, then I get bored and frustrated that it's not done yet.
Then there is the writing thing. I just can't get motivated. I can blame some of this on the puppy because it seems the moment I'm distracted, it pings on her radar and she heads off for parts unknown. It's fine that she wanders a bit but if she gets on a scent/hunting, she can get far, fast. I hate hooking her up on her run, she should be able to roam. But writing when I'm checking on the puppy every ten minutes isn't productive. (Also: see painting)
It needs to be acknowledged that when I do return to work, I'll think of ten things that I should have done. Or I'll resent not being at home. Probably both. It's all the grass is greener going on.
I should say that I do enjoy being home. It's quiet, relaxing, and I feel good most days about doing it. I just know that I'm not contributing to the household or society and that gets disappointing. I just need to find a happy medium.
Now I'm going to go feed my Bones obsession and binge watch a few episodes. It's a wonder why I haven't been doing much writing.