Lately I feel like each week consists of only four days. I go to work one day, hang out with boyfriend one day, volunteer at the ranch one day and on the last day I do laundry at my parents’ house.
Then it starts all over again.
I feel as though simple things like, getting my car smog tested, paying a bill, making a doctor appointment or calling the refrigerator repair guy, all turn into a huge 18 step process that will take 6 of the 4 days of my week. Not to mention friends. Who has time for friends anymore?
I’ve realized that I really need to figure out how to balance my life. There are times, like now, where I could be getting something done… like laundry or paying a bill. Or cleaning. I love to clean… and I find that if I add up all those odd hours where I am laying in bed hitting snooze on my alarm, or laying around watching tv, I might actually get another day into my week.
Then maybe I wouldn’t get so stressed out either because I would have more outlets and less piles of crap on my mind that I need to take care of. So, since today was hectic and stressful and got me all worked up and tense, I’ve decided that right now is the best time to test out my theory.
Tonight I am going to get clothes together for my trip this weekend, pack as much as I can and if I need to, even do a load of laundry here at the Delmartment… Then tomorrow morning, I am going to get up early and be waiting outside the car smog station at 7:45, so I’m the first person there when they open at 8. It’s right across the street, so it shouldn’t be too hard to get there in time.
Knowing that I’ve got that much stuff done, should make me feel much better about going into work tomorrow and facing whatever might be laying there waiting for me… about ten minutes before I left the showroom today, I got an email from this lady who works at a tile place we buy from. She said, “what are we doing with this order for you?” I opened the attached document and was very confused for a few minutes until I remembered what client that was for… And remembered that I didn’t order the material. But I was staring right at a sales order that she wrote up.
I remember our conversation on the phone when she must have written the sales order up and I thought the client would need the material ASAP. I was asking her for stock and a quote and to see if we could get the material to the client if they paid that day, bla, bla, bla… but I told her that I would let her know what we decided to do, and that I would send over a purchase order if we wanted to actually order it (but even as I type this, I am hoping that I really didn’t order it).
I’m hoping that she just misunderstood me and that she will say tomorrow, “Oh, okay. Let me know when you want to order it.” Until then, I need to get started on packing
Update:
I packed for a while and then talked to Croomie for about an hour. Believe it or not, this was something I've been meaning to do.
-Talk to Roommate. Check.
-Kinda pack a little bit. Check.
The next morning I was at the smog check place at 7:45 AM. The Transformer passed her smog. Now all I have to do is pay the registration.
-Pass Smog Test. Check.
-Feel as though you are on your way to balancing you life. Check.
