Utterly. Un. Motivated.

The first time I was a Stay Home Mom (or the second, I don't really remember), when school started, my own mom would ask me, "So! What are you going to do with all your free time?"

Hmmm. Good question. I’m pretty sure I’ve got a handle on what I should do with it, and sitting around watching Ellen in my pajamas is not it. I am completely sloth-like and it’s only Day Three of School, er, I mean, Free Time.

I'm not organized, that’s the problem. Not even a little bit. Oh, sure, I can straighten up a sock drawer like nobody's business, and if there's a party on the horizon, I'm your gal. But in regular life, I suck. I write lists that have titles. I write lists of lists I've already written. I wander aimlessly through the house, "prioritizing" tasks. That can take all day, if I work at it. By the time the afternoon bus gets here, I can know exactly what I'm going to do first.

But by that time, you guessed it. My free time is over. Better write a new list.

God, I really need [to look for] a job.