I like to pride myself in finishing what I start. I like to think that when I put my mind to it I can get things done in a timely fashion. You would think that having our first baby in April of this year would push me to get everything set and ready for her arrival in the swiftest of fashions, but I’m really not feeling like it.
I don’t mean to say that I’ve been lazy. We’re getting things done, but they just aren’t happening at our usual pace. For example, I spent a weekend during our Christmas break knocking out DIY jobs around the house, but restoring the house to a livable space still hasn’t happened. Our upstairs area is an absolute wreck, but we’re waiting on certain things to happen before we can really move forward. Another example is that the nursery is waiting to be painted. We’ve moved stuff out and even picked out a color to paint it, but that’s where it stands…bare room with paint swatches on the walls to compare colors. It’s about time to buckle down and get things done again and I’m hoping this weekend I’ll get motivated to at least start the painting of the nursery because I hate painting and would like to get it done.
The silver lining here is that I realize my laziness and thus my conscience will only let me get so far gone before it goads me into action.