I Sick

I have been fighting a head cold for the last few days. Luckily the night time cold stuff works and I have been able to sleep. The daytime stuff clears my sinuses but it does a number on my mental faculties.

I was trying to pack the lunches and I needed more bread - there were some extra loaves in the freezer downstairs.

Down I go - oh, while I'm down here, I also need some toothpicks for a craft at Guides tomorrow night. Painters tape - I could use that too.

I get upstairs with the toothpicks and tape, but no bread. Fuck.

Back down stairs but as I head over to the freezer, I see that The Boy has dropped his laundry basket in the middle of the walkway between piles of junk. As I walk over to move it I see that the box of gift bags I have been hoarding has fallen over so I pick all them up which reminds me that D is off to the hospital and I should take the baby gift with me to work so I can stop by on my way home.

I go upstairs and get the baby stuff together. Fuck - I still need the bread.

Back downstairs. Now I know why I procrastinate. At least it is easier to stay on the one task I am doing if I ignore the destruction around me.