IGAD
I get very little done on days I have completely free from obligation. I suffer from IGAD: I've Got All Day. (I'm stealing this from a self-help book my mom had when I was a kid called "Sidetracked Home Executives". It was about becoming an organized housewife. I wasn't sure whether it was satire or not when I read it. Though, obviously, at least one part of it stayed with me.)
The syndrome presents itself in such phrases as, "I should really get dressed, but I've Got All Day." Followed a few hours later by, "IGAD! It's three pm and I'm still in pajamas! How on earth did that happen?"
If you have all day to do your to-do list, you'll find yourself starting on it at 11pm.
Unrelated: I'm sure tired this morning. *YAWN*
(Full disclosure: 100 push-ups, hair combed, and email checked all after 11pm. Go team.)
Even if I have nothing I need to get done in a day, I suffer from production-related depression. Meaning I get all cranky and upset at the end of the day if I feel I haven't achieved anything. And no, reading a book isn't achieving something. Nor is doing 100 push-ups. No, no, I set my personal bar way higher than that. I have to have experienced something completely new for the day or created something new or taken a project to a new step.
Hey, I didn't say it was healthy, it's just there. Horray for emotional baggage! I imagine mine is calico.
This weekend I didn't do it, but in past weekends I have combated the IGAD syndrome by scheduling something for myself first thing in the morning. Breakfast with Gracie. A shopping trip. Some small errand. If I get up and out of the house before noon and check something off my list, the IGADs go away.
This weekend, though, the bed was really, really warm and comfy, and the air outside not so much. So I'm on my old self-improvement tactic of "Learn to Forgive Yourself and Move On." That doesn't make a cute acronym, though.
The syndrome presents itself in such phrases as, "I should really get dressed, but I've Got All Day." Followed a few hours later by, "IGAD! It's three pm and I'm still in pajamas! How on earth did that happen?"
If you have all day to do your to-do list, you'll find yourself starting on it at 11pm.
Unrelated: I'm sure tired this morning. *YAWN*
(Full disclosure: 100 push-ups, hair combed, and email checked all after 11pm. Go team.)
Even if I have nothing I need to get done in a day, I suffer from production-related depression. Meaning I get all cranky and upset at the end of the day if I feel I haven't achieved anything. And no, reading a book isn't achieving something. Nor is doing 100 push-ups. No, no, I set my personal bar way higher than that. I have to have experienced something completely new for the day or created something new or taken a project to a new step.
Hey, I didn't say it was healthy, it's just there. Horray for emotional baggage! I imagine mine is calico.
This weekend I didn't do it, but in past weekends I have combated the IGAD syndrome by scheduling something for myself first thing in the morning. Breakfast with Gracie. A shopping trip. Some small errand. If I get up and out of the house before noon and check something off my list, the IGADs go away.
This weekend, though, the bed was really, really warm and comfy, and the air outside not so much. So I'm on my old self-improvement tactic of "Learn to Forgive Yourself and Move On." That doesn't make a cute acronym, though.