While there is a side of me that is definitely random, spontaneous, creative, and even (though I hate to admit it) touchy-feely, there is also the other side to me that got me dubbed the designated engineer at my former workplace. I love plotting things out: designing databases, writing curriculum, and making grand, all-encompassing housework plans.
With the new year, I had some lovely changes to make. No more letting dishes sit in the sink overnight! No more leaving DOB's ironing until the last minute! More cooking in advance to make things easier! Actually mopping the floor occasionally! It all worked beautifully on paper. I even resolved to leave the computer off until after lunch to prevent me being distracted during the morning.
Maybe I should have waited until D2 and I had stabilized a bit more after weaning. Maybe I should have just tried one new thing at a time. Anyway, I crashed. Badly. Post-weaning hormones may have had something to do with it, as may a little scheme by the ducklings. I think this is what they're talking about when they seem to be playing sweetly together in the other room:
D2: I'm pretty tired tonight, do you think you can handle it?
D1: I could probably manage two or three potty runs, but then I'll be wiped out. Can you do Monday night?
D2: Yeah, I think I'll do the old whimper-in-my-sleep trick. That's not too tiring and really drives her crazy.
D1: Good. Don't wear yourself out; we have to make sure we don't let naptime last too long.
D2: How long do you think it will take for her to get tired enough to send us to see Grandma?
So, the last two days, I have regressed. The dishes have sat. The laundry has sat. I turn the computer on right away in the morning so that I'll be sure to sit down and waste some time instead of trying to get up and straighten everything up. I'm starting to feel quite a bit better.
I haven't entirely given up, though. I still have plans to cook up six pounds of turkey sausage this afternoon to make future meals easier.
But I probably won't wash the pot today.