Conventional wisdom indicates that it’s generally better to stay either right on top of things or to be a step or two ahead. I’m not sure who made up that theory, but I get the sense that they had no children, a quiet, mundane, 9-5 job and no real extracurricular activities. So basically, it only applies to about 5% of the population. A very irritating 5%, to be sure, but we still have them in the minority!
Our next door neighbour recently said to me in a harried and somewhat surprised voice, “Do you ever feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day?” She has teenagers. Whatever she’s been taking for the last thirteen years that ONLY NOW is she feeling time-deprived – I want some.
So, as usual, I’m behind on a bunch of things:
- Christmas cards not yet mailed.
- Emails not yet returned
- Flickr pictures from friends not yet looked at and commented on.
- Tidying our bedroom.
- Cleaning the bathrooms.
- Christmas baking.
- Various and sundry work-related projects that need more work put into them.
- Laundry. The laundry will be with you always.
- Kids in Safe Seats stuff. Christmas cards, Clinic organisation, etc.
Surprisingly, I’m actually more or less up to snuff on keeping the main floor tidy and I took a day before Christmas and shook the basement really hard. It needs still more work, but you could now walk through without wearing a hard hat and do some project or other with tools that now have found their way to a workbench that is cleared off and organised.
The biggest problem that I can see with letting yourself slip behind on certain things (apart from the wear and tear of that feeling of resignation on your mind) is that you become subject to the 20-20 clause. Hindsight starts to play with current events and demands a level of proficiency that you would not have been required to attain had you done things on time. For instance, mailing your Christmas cards late means that you now know who sent you cards this year and that therefore you must do up one for them. You also know who didn’t send a card and you start to wonder if it was because, maybe, you didn’t send them one last year. So they get added to the list. And so it goes.
Other stuff is culmulative and just quietly builds up while you’re trying not to look. Like laundry. Speaking of which…