Monday, February 26, 2007

Monday, Monday - not good for me.

I long ago gave up trying to be perfect. Homemaking Goddess I was not, and after a number of major, and minor, personal catastrophes and life lessons, I finally got my work ethics in order.

Work to live, not live to work.

Good. Sorted. Work does not consume my every waking moment, I have a healthy social life and
my, umm, little writing hobbies fulfil my creative side.

Why then, am I still on a treadmill? No matter how hard I try, the week is still a series of 'shoulds', 'musts' and 'have to's', and I seem to spend the weekend getting ready for the week ahead.

Someone once suggested making a list of all the things you achieve in a week, but this only served to horrify me even more. I am a machine!
Oh shit, look at the time, rant over, off to werk, werk, werk....

By the way Wordcarving sort of says it all.



Debi said...

Come back! Thought this morning was going to be dedicated to MEEEEEE!

Word verification is uuuvhgs - translates as 'you you you - virtual hugs'.

Unknown said...

But apparently they cannot find a pen if I am not there to supervise!

Ugs back....

Anonymous said...

I know - we work to earn money to buy things we don't need and which we don't have time to enjoy - because we spend all the time working! No wonder lotteries are so popular - dreams of cahs for nothing. My word verification is fckofmts - which I translate as ...

Gorilla Bananas said...

A human poet once said:

You know I work all day,
To get you money to buy you things,
And it's worth it just to hear you say,
You're gonna give me everything

If that doesn't help, you could try wiggling your nose like Samantha to get your chores done.

Anonymous said...

LOL i have been there many a time, now Itry not to think about it.