The fastest way to get me to do something is to tell me not to do it...
This morning, we got up & had breakfast (during which I unloaded the dishwasher), then went to the farmer's market with our grocery list. When we got home, I put away the food while the husband (hereafter DH because I'm too lazy to type & I can't figure out what to call him now) went to do chore-things with his friends. Then I started to apply the foods we'd chosen for the next two weeks to days of the week so we'd have leftovers for lunches & also so we'd have easy meals for the nights we had no time to cook. Then I started the online grocery list (we're experimenting with grocery delivery this month since it seemed like the perfect time to do it as we have no car) & realized we need several things which are much cheaper at Target (like raw pecans).
So I walked over to Target & got them as well as picking up a few odds & ends (like bean seeds & a trowel). I got home & "worked in the garden"--planted the seeds (beans, lettuce, squash & cucumbers; it was a four-pack of seeds & the only way I could get beans), transplanted the chives we were given, & the tomato plant we bought this morning at the farmer's market & the onions we've had sprouting on the counter for weeks. I also toasted walnuts (one of the things I got at Target) & rearranged the baking shelf to fit the pecans & almonds. DH showed up to clean up on his way to spending the afternoon with a different group of friends & we discussed a better storage place for our final wedding gifts (who knew the living room floor wasn't an acceptable location for a mixer? I thought it looked just fine there! It even mostly matched the rug.) I picked out cookies to make for our next cookie rotation (which I think is this upcoming week) & added a couple missing ingredients to the grocery list, then was informed by DH that working on the grocery list was the last thing I was "supposed" to do today & I should relax & enjoy the rest of the day.
I promptly waited for him to leave before sweeping the balcony & wood floors, & vacuuming all the carpets. (Take that!) I'm currently debating about making bagels. I keep toying with myself that I'm going to do it & then not getting to it, all these weekends. Tomorrow would be an ideal day to do it since the new mixer will be installed in the kitchen by tomorrow and it has a dough hook. On the other hand, I'm supposed to run 11 miles & go shopping with my mother-in-law tomorrow, before we go to the in-laws' house for dinner--I'm not sure I'll have time to wrestle with bread dough around that. Maybe if we get the old (read: borrowed) mixer packed up tonight after DH gets home, I can play with them then...
Meanwhile, this entire day has lead me to realize that my mother had the worst way of motivating me to do things ever. She'd just ask me to do them & nag me when I didn't. If she really wanted me to do things, she should have told me I couldn't do 'em--it suddenly makes that activity (even if it's sweeping) the most important one in the world to me. It also amuses me that the first two days of this year's pedometer program at work have me walking 5 miles' worth of errands followed by an 11-mile run.
So I walked over to Target & got them as well as picking up a few odds & ends (like bean seeds & a trowel). I got home & "worked in the garden"--planted the seeds (beans, lettuce, squash & cucumbers; it was a four-pack of seeds & the only way I could get beans), transplanted the chives we were given, & the tomato plant we bought this morning at the farmer's market & the onions we've had sprouting on the counter for weeks. I also toasted walnuts (one of the things I got at Target) & rearranged the baking shelf to fit the pecans & almonds. DH showed up to clean up on his way to spending the afternoon with a different group of friends & we discussed a better storage place for our final wedding gifts (who knew the living room floor wasn't an acceptable location for a mixer? I thought it looked just fine there! It even mostly matched the rug.) I picked out cookies to make for our next cookie rotation (which I think is this upcoming week) & added a couple missing ingredients to the grocery list, then was informed by DH that working on the grocery list was the last thing I was "supposed" to do today & I should relax & enjoy the rest of the day.
I promptly waited for him to leave before sweeping the balcony & wood floors, & vacuuming all the carpets. (Take that!) I'm currently debating about making bagels. I keep toying with myself that I'm going to do it & then not getting to it, all these weekends. Tomorrow would be an ideal day to do it since the new mixer will be installed in the kitchen by tomorrow and it has a dough hook. On the other hand, I'm supposed to run 11 miles & go shopping with my mother-in-law tomorrow, before we go to the in-laws' house for dinner--I'm not sure I'll have time to wrestle with bread dough around that. Maybe if we get the old (read: borrowed) mixer packed up tonight after DH gets home, I can play with them then...
Meanwhile, this entire day has lead me to realize that my mother had the worst way of motivating me to do things ever. She'd just ask me to do them & nag me when I didn't. If she really wanted me to do things, she should have told me I couldn't do 'em--it suddenly makes that activity (even if it's sweeping) the most important one in the world to me. It also amuses me that the first two days of this year's pedometer program at work have me walking 5 miles' worth of errands followed by an 11-mile run.