Today is the end of our first heatwave of the summer. I swore I was going to use 6 days trapped inside to do some organizing, yet, here we are at the end of the week and not a tote was sorted, not a box was unpacked, not a Marie Kondo moment was had. It's ok, I tell myself, because when it's a little cooler, I'll feel bad that I wasted this week and will be overly productive to atone.
It's tough, right? We're in a routine for 9 months and as soon as we get out of it, everything goes to pot. There are days I feel like I need a visual schedule in the summer, but I'd probably do what one of my favorite little people does - take the next item, decide he doesn't like it, and moves it down below something else to do what he wants. He will go back and do the non-preferred activity, but it's more on his terms. And I completely feel that 100% so far this summer.
Someday I'm going to figure out how to stay as organized at home as I do at school. I think it's easier at work because there are so few variables that are really in my control; at home, at least 50% of the variables are shared, so that makes it a lot more difficult. I've joked that I need an IEP for adulting, but it seems to feel like less of a 'ha ha' and more of a 'no for real please' statement.
Yup, a blog post without self-promotion. Journaling might be a good mental break to get me back on track. We'll give it a try. For now, time for a little late dinner of steak and salad (hooray, porterhouse sales) and some relaxation with the cats and Elden Ring (no, I'm not playing, boyfriend is).
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