On (NOT) Getting It Right...Again (Sigh)

Sometimes I just wish there was a magic wand that I could wave over the house and it would be set in order. 

I'm afraid it's going to take a great deal more work than that. There is no easy, cross-my-arms-and-blink-my-eyes fix for this mess. It makes me tired just looking around. 

Plus, it's cold. When it's cold, I want to curl up under a blanket and read. Oh! Some very good hot chocolate would be nice! 

Do you know what I think? I think that if one were to start off his day with a good choice, that it would naturally lead to more good choices as the day went on. Does it take a genius to realize that? (Clearly not...I just had the revelation, and I had to look up how to spell the word genius because it looked funny.) The obvious counterpoint is that if one were to start off his day with a bad choice, then bad choices follow easily throughout the rest of the day. (Please know that I'm being lazy and not adding  /her to my sentences. But I'm not so lazy that I don't address my non-political correctness in a parenthetical.) 

I found myself very angry today on several occasions when I couldn't avoid or deny that the present predicament (whatever it was) that I was in at that moment was my own fault. Which made me madder. And a little obstinate. 

No one was around to be obstinate to...just my own self. I was telling myself that if I had done things differently earlier in the day, then I wouldn't be in the situation as it ended up. I spouted off (in my head) a pretty sassy rebuttal, smothered in some extra sassy sauce. But in the end, Ms. Sassypants had to sit down and hush it, because she knew that she was not only in the wrong, but actually foolish too. 

And so, as usual, I sigh at the end of a day when I had the chance to do things the right way, but didn't. And I hope (and wonder if it's possible) to get it right (a little more right?) tomorrow. 

Hence, the early(ish) blog post. I really (reeeeaaaaaallllllyyyyy) need to get some laundry done, make sure the kitchen is cleaned up tonight, and maybe clear off the coffee table.

Whoa, sister...don't get ahead of yourself there! Throwing the coffee table in the mix is awfully ambitious. But it sure would be a good thing to get done, so I'm not terrified of someone (anyone!) coming to the front door. 

Or I might just crawl into bed and read Reordered Love, Reordered Lives. I haven't decided, and after all, as Miss O'Hara said,"tomorrow is another day..."

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[Wendy]

I can only say ditto for me.