Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Checking Things off my List
Day. n. A period of twenty-four hours, mostly misspent. --Ambrose Bierce
Yesterday I came home from work and growled "augughghahghahghahga!!!!" before I flopped onto the bed. No really, that's what I said. The commute home was absolutely TERRIBLE. I don't think my speed exceeded the low teens at any point. What should have taken 20 minutes, took 80 minutes. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to pee. Oh yeah, and I took my frustrations out on my poor husband over the cell phone while I was trapped on the freeway. No permanent damage done though, he accepted my apology.
Rather than whine and stomp around the apartment for the rest of the evening, I decided to vent by getting some actual work done. Sometimes I like to make a "done" list instead of a "to do" list. It's a very empowering thing to look over a sheet of paper and see that some real progress has been made. Here's what my "done" list looked like.
- Folded the load of whites
- Put away the whites
- Loaded the dishwasher
- Wiped the kitchen counter
- Emptied the trash can in the kitchen
- Cleared off the kitchen table
- Straightened up the coffee table
- Made the bed
- Ate a snack
- Ate dinner
- Ran the remaining loads of laundry
- Apologized to Brad for being mean on the phone
So, all in all, yesterday was a day of personal victory over my tendency to be overwhelmed by the racing thoughts of OCD that would normally keep me from getting anything accomplished. I even got to bed on time and sleep soundly for most of the night. I had one minor coughing spell about midnight, but I got that under control pretty easily. Even that wasn't too bad since the stuff I coughed up didn't have much color to it anymore. Tobi and Zithromax must be doing the trick! That reminds me. It's Wednesday, I need to take Zithromax when I get home.