Want to know something totally wild? I'm done with all I had planned to do this evening and the next 30 minutes are mine to spend however I wish. I will go to bed at 10 pm and get at least 8 hours of sleep (not including waking up to tend to two snotty coughers) before my husband arrives home from work.
It really is nice re-realizing that I can manage time; there's no reason it should be managing me. Take THAT, time. Pah.
I'm such a procrastinator. I am sure this is partly due to the fact that I am a perfectionist. I've found that perfectionism tends to result in very bad prioritizing. Of course I must do every job perfectly, so what's this about time constraints and having to let some things go? Can't happen! I just won't sleep! Prioritizing is important when you're running a home with two small children, a cat (Methyl is, for all intents and purposes, lost. She is microchipped and I can only hope...), two dogs and a couple adults who like to speak to each other occasionally.
I'm working very hard on being an ex-perfectionist and happy "good-enough"ist. I'm slowly inspecting each of my limitations and trying to go right along and account (dare I say, PLAN?!? *gasp*) for my inabilities instead of cringing in horror at a FLAW in my very human character/personality and vowing never again to admit that I'm less than perfect.
Pathetic, I know.
I can't even imagine what I'd be like if I hadn't acquired a husband and a few children to wake me up to the cold, hard reality that I am not now, nor ever have been, remotely perfect. It's one thing to know that nobody's perfect, but it's quite another to repeatedly experience that YOU are not perfect, in fact, YOU are far from it. Again. Superman and the girls do that for me and I am grateful, most of the time. The rest of the time I'm trying to prove them wrong. (I'm a bit thick-headed.)