I really should write down the things I want to blog about because I had a great idea earlier and lo and behold it’s gone now.  It’s one of those things that sits on the edge of your consciousness goading you by allowing you to almost remember it and then just buggering off,  never to be thought of again.  It’s still goading me right now, damn it.  This is why I have bought notebooks for that book I keep threatening to write.  Every time I remember something I want to include I shove in a word or phrase that I hope won’t be too cryptic when it comes to writing.  If only I could stop procrastinating.  I am very, very bad.

The thing is, who wouldn’t procrastinate when there are so many exciting things to do all day when you don’t work?  My days are jam packed with such fun activities as changing the baby’s nappy, hoovering the carpets, loading and unloading the dishwasher and, my personal favourite, tormenting the dog.  Or rather, being tormented by the dog.  Why does she lick my legs?  I bloody hate that.  Now, housework isn’t something I’m particularly keen on or even good at.  If I had a choice I wouldn’t do it at all.  This is why I regularly invite people round for cake and stuff because it forces me to do it.  I’d die of shame if they knew what a tip the place normally is.  It really annoys me that I kill myself one day cleaning the place only for it to have reverted back to a pigsty the very next day.  How does this happen?  I’m sure it wasn’t me.  But I’ve blogged about this before, I won’t bore you with it again.

And it isn’t the only excuse I use for procrastination although if you were to visit at the moment you’d notice I’m less exhausted looking because I’ve been keeping on top of it for once.  Because that way I don’t have time to sit down and take notes for my book.  Or do the testing I’m supposed to be doing.  Or contact all those companies for that business idea I had.  What is wrong with me?  Any one of those things could be a money spinner.  Don’t I want to earn any money of my own?  I’d love to, really.  I do not enjoy being a kept woman, I’d like to be able to pay my own way, even if it’s only a token amount.  But the routine of the day and keeping my daughter occupied and fed rather takes over, especially now she’s so mobile and requires constant watching lest she disappear up the stairs.  She’s so quick now, damn it.  So I do the cleaning when she has a nap and chase after her when she’s awake.  Somewhere in the day I need to squeeze in some exercise too if I’m ever going to fit in to my clothes, the vast majority of which are size 10.  I’m very much not a size 10 at the moment.  After all that there’s barely time to add in a peppering of daytime television and, oh look, the whole day’s gone.  Rubbish.

So this is a plea.  Somebody, somewhere, PLEASE direct a hefty kick up my arse and get me going with my book, my testing and my business idea.  If I’m successful you may even get a share of the profits or a job.  Although it’s far more likely to be a lollipop.