Priorities

Priorities
The Writer's Post #23~Priorities

Ever have those days when you plan out exactly what needs to be accomplished and then the day unfolds and happens and it's suddenly nearing bedtime and you realize you have accomplished nothing from your 'list'? 

That happens to be every now and then. Not often, because I am a planner and I am a list maker and I love checking things off that list more than I like wandering around through my day doing, well, doing things NOT on my list. My lists are how I prioritize my days.  Important things go on my list and then I do them! That's the plan..  Since I am in charge of how my day is being spent, most of the time, I choose to follow my lists.

That being said, some of the best days are the ones where the list is just set aside.  Some of the worst days are those, as well.  Sometimes I plan to do a, b and then c and after that is done, I will do d and e. Some days, that is exactly what happens. While those days do make me happy because I enjoy being organized and feeling accomplished at the end of one of those days, they also lead to the next day and the next list.  On and on goes my life, for the most part.

A few weeks back I had planned one of those days (I almost always plan my days). I started with the first task of the day, which was clearing a counter in my basement.  Now, this counter is FULL from end to end of stuff. Some of this stuff is more accurately described as crap things I no longer need and have no idea why it wasn't in the dumpster months years ago.  Items that I take off said counter annually or more often, and then put back. Why?  I have no clue.  I am not a hoarder and for most areas of my house I am a very quick tosser outer of the aforementioned crapola type stuff.  But this counter remains my downfall failure junk heap challenge. Yeah, challenge, that's the word. I head down to the furnace room which doubles as a play room for the grand kids and is plenty large enough for all ~ minus the junky crapola covered counter ~ not horrible.  I inspect the room as I walk through the door and discover that I have not been very umm, vigilant about keeping the rest of the room from getting overrun.  It has gotten beyond a quick counter clean up.  This room is a days worth of up and down the stairs to the garbage and back for another load and maybe more than a day.  I pick up a few things and walk out to the garbage.  Dumping that I notice a pile of boxes and well, I don't know what else in the corner of my garage.

I can't go back downstairs and face that room, right now anyway. So I attack the pile.  About 2 hours later the pile has disappeared and I feel good about that.  My garage is kind of cleaned up.  There is more to do here.  But today isn't the day.

I head back downstairs and go to another room.  The tanning room.  All that is supposed to be in this room is the steam cleaner, it lives there.  The tanning bed.  A small table for the basket with lotions and cleaners and a towel. A clothes rack and a Rubbermaid box that holds the deck cushions in the winter. Somehow, this room is full of shit!  More boxes, empty.  Why are we saving these stupid boxes?  I order too much online.  Out they go.  Back to the garage with my boxes. Uh-oh.  I just cleaned out the boxes, didn't I?  Okay, keep going, these boxes cannot sit in this corner they need to go to the road for pick up.  Done.
Big ole pile-o-boxes by the road.

Okay the tanning room is sort of cleaned.  I finish up in there by emptying the closet of a bunch of stuff that I don't even remember putting in there.  It looks pretty good and I am exhausted.

Dinner time!

Where did that day go?  Sure the garage looks a little better and the tanning room looks good, but the play-furnace-shithole room is virtually untouched.  *sigh*

Ordered dinner from a local delivery place, (thanks Papa Joe's) fell into rest and relaxation mode on the loveseat and settled in for an evening of TV and FBing.

That list, the undone one, remains undone.  Maybe one of these days soon, I will revisit it.  This time, however, the list will contain only one item, "Clean the play-furnace-shithole room".

A day in the life....

Jo