It’s not even Thursday

2 Jul

Thursday is my go-to procrastination day.  I wake up on Thursday’s KNOWING nothing will get done, and even if I think of a million things to do that day, I just don’t do any of them.

Why not?

To me, house cleaning is one of those things that should be done thoroughly once a week, with a cursory cleaning every day to keep up appearances.  I’m not the type who can do one thing per day all week.  I like to pack everything into the smallest possible window to maximize my productivity and maximize my time.  


It works something like this:  Carl comes home and asks what I did, and this is pretty much what I say:

Monday: Laundry (maybe)

Tuesday: Groceries (maybe)

Wednesday: Meal plan and workout (unlikely)

Thursday: nothing

Friday: cleaned the bathroom, did 3 loads of laundry, vacuumed, dusted, washed floors, baked cookies, squares and muffins, made dinner for the freezer, grocery shopped, went to the library, called everyone I knew, and had a 2 hour nap.  

Carl: “Didn’t you visit someone this afternoon?”

Me: “Yes, and this morning.  But I was home from 12-2:30.  Hence the time for a 2 hour nap.”

You can see why I’m very unmotivated to do things some days, when I KNOW if I just apply myself I can do it all in no time.  The trouble comes when I leave everything to the last minute and then that last minute unexpectedly gets filled…but no ones ever died from a bathroom missing a week of scrubbing. (At least not that I know of.  Someone may actually have died this way. I’m sorry.)

Anyway, that’s why Thursday is “nothing” day – things are dirty enough to be READY for their deep clean, but it’s not quite close enough to the weekend that I feel it will still be super clean by Sunday, which for some reason, in my mind, is when the house should be clean.  I like to start the week off sparkling.  And if Friday gets busy, there’s always Saturday!

But today is not Thursday, and I did nothing on Friday except think about being on Parliament Hill for Canada Day, play tennis for the first time in years (my forearm hurts), and visit my sweet new niece who I forgot to take pictures of but who is absolutely adorable, and named after me (!) which is the most special thing.  

This is what happens when you get home from holidays and have sweet new nieces and full suitcases awaiting you.  Nothing like full suitcases to give me a reason to find distractions, and I don’t really need excuses when there’s a baby to visit!  At least where we were staying had laundry, so they are suitcases full of CLEAN clothes…I plan to just wear them until the suitcases are empty.  

We just got back from 4 days in Mt. Washington, where Carl got to work with the National Fencing Team before their Pan American Games next week, and they kindly let his whole family come along and rented us a 3-bedroom condo to stay in! Wasn’t that nice?

The view from our balcony

Since Mt. Washington is on the island, we got to take the ferry, something I hadn’t done since our honeymoon 5 years ago. Now I know why we don’t do it more often – $77.90 EACH WAY!  Good thing someone else was footing the bill.

For some reason all that water near my kids made me nervous, but I didn’t say anything, thinking Carl would laugh at my paranoia.  Then, waiting in the ferry lineup, what does Carl say?

“I was thinking about what I would do if one of the kids fell in”.

I was happy not to be the only paranoid one, and then we could reasonably discuss the best strategies, including how far he would have to jump out from the boat to ensure he wasn’t sucked under, how quickly the kids would sink, whether he should kick off his shoes prior to jumping in…needless to say, no one fell in, and it would’ve been a challenge for them to do so.  Gemma did temporarily disappear in a row of seats to look out the window which resulted in slightly worried searching, but other than that it was uneventful.  The kids traveled great and Gemma loved having her own room with a big bed that was “just perfect” for her.   Kristopher was less thrilled about having his own room, and woke up in a panic at 1 am, as I had feared he would, but adapted quickly and we may even get to pull the pack ‘n’ play out more often now.

Carl with a good grip on Gemma

Me preventing her from slipping through the railings

Well, tomorrow is a day of rest, but Monday looks like it’s going to be filled with more than just laundry as we get back on track from the week off!  I do hope to at least bake some cookies today since my giant peanut butter needs to be used and I tried a great flourless peanut butter oatmeal cookie recipe yesterday but promptly gave them all away without remembering to take a picture so I’ll just have to make some more!

See you soon for that 🙂

3 Responses to “It’s not even Thursday”

  1. raych July 2, 2011 at 5:39 am #

    1.) I have weeks where every day is a Thursday;

    b.) The ferry is an unapologetic GOUGER. It’s supposed to be non-profit, and the enormous costs were supposed to go towards buying new ferries, which are NOW PAID OFF. Ergo, the costs should have been reduced ages ago. BC Ferries, I want to STAB you;

    iii.) I have made these flourless peanut butter oatmeal cookies, and then I eat them like gangbusters because they are flourless and therefore healthy! Everyone knows it’s the flour that’s bad for you (plus they have oats! And peanuts! And M&M’s! Wait…)

  2. Andrea July 3, 2011 at 8:45 am #

    Hey, we played tennis that day too! We should get together and play some doubles…..we can show our husbands up. 😉

  3. Katy July 4, 2011 at 6:25 am #

    I totally understand the ferry thing. I even feel like I should hold on to Anthony so neither of us falls off :S

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