Just finish what needs to be done and leave the rest 'til tomorrow. This was one of the prompts from my online writing group this morning, and the only one that really struck a chord with me.

I so wish I could do this some days. I saw a Facebook posting a while back, a short vignette about a man who comes home to find his house is a disaster and fears something horrible has happened to his wife. When he finally finds her, she's in bed in her pyjamas, reading a novel. He asks her what happened, and she says “You know every day when you come home from work and you ask me what in the world do I do all day?” “Yes,” was his incredulous reply. She answered, “Well, today I didn't do it.” (Full story available here)

I've had an hour and a half of more or less uninterrupted time this afternoon. There have been dogs and small children wandering in and out of the office, but unless they've needed to use the bathroom, they've been summarily ejected back to their respective “quiet time” spots. I still have at least five loads of laundry to do, some dishes from lunch that I need to wash, the dogs need a walk, the van needs to be cleaned out (don't ask, you really don't want to know), and I need to find one stupid little piece of paper for our accountant (right, as if that's going to happen). Oh, and I still don't know what we're having for supper (but there's Naniamo bar defrosting on the kitchen counter, so at least dessert's taken care of). The guest bedroom looks like a bomb went off in it, and we have company coming Thursday morning. Oh, and soccer practices and games start this week. And when my husband gets home from work (and don't even get me started about why he's at the office on a Sunday) he'll surely ask me where “x” is, as if I've some kind of wizardly lost-object-finding power. *sigh*

I've seen what happens when I “leave the rest for tomorrow,” and it's not pretty. I was at a fitness industry conference and training session for three days last week, which meant my husband had to deal with the boys Friday evening and all day Saturday. I didn't do anything aside from the bare necessities (8-hour plus days of yoga training will do that to you). I'm *still* trying to get caught up, a week later.

But I am learning, at least to an extent. I actually had a nap yesterday, which I desperately needed ... and didn't feel guilty about starting supper at 5:30. I've taken time this afternoon to do some writing and have actually found the top of my desk. Now I'm off to make a pot of green tea, do some sun salutations, and continue on with my housework and cleaning. If you don't hear from me by supper time, be careful when you go searching ... the dust elephants may have carried me off!