Friday, November 19, 2010

Still Too Busy!

            “Honey, you’re out of control.”

            “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I continued to fold the towels and put them back in the spotlessly clean bathrooms.

            “You worked hard all day. Midnight is too late to be folding towels. Why don’t you come to bed now?” My husband patted the empty space next to him in our king-size bed invitingly.

            “Can’t. I still have stuff to do.” I moved the sheets into the dryer and loaded the washer with a pair of blankets.

            “None of this can wait until tomorrow?”


            “Dare I ask why?”

            “I wouldn’t, if I were you.”

            He nodded. “You’re probably right, but I’m going to ask anyway. Why can’t these chores wait until tomorrow?”

            “My schedule for tomorrow is completely packed. I have to finish this stuff tonight or I’ll start off tomorrow already behind.”

            “That’s nuts! How many things are on tomorrow’s list?”

            I pulled a neat to-do list out of the back pocket of my jeans and handed it to him. He was reading the second side when I handed him a list from a front jeans pocket. “This is today’s. See how much I haven’t finished?”

            The list he held up had thin black lines drawn through the jobs I had finished. Of the 25 or so items, 10 were crossed out. I dug into another pocket and pulled out another list.

            “Don’t tell me this is Sunday’s list.”

            “I won’t. That’s yesterday’s list. I had to finish all the stuff on there before I could start on today’s list. I started the day behind, and I’m still behind.” A tear slid from the corner of my eye. If I wasn’t always tired, I’m sure I could get more done.

            “Tomorrow we’re going to work on that list. We’re going to cut it down by choosing the top 5 most important, and leaving everything else off. You can’t keep going like this!”

            “It’s all important,” I whined. It wasn’t pretty.

            My husband gently pushed me down onto the bed. “I see there’s one thing you left off the list,” he teased. He had a sexy gleam in his eye.

            But it was too late. I was asleep when my head hit the pillow. He was right; there were other things to do that were more important than the chores on that list. Tomorrow would be different, right? Oh yeah.

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