Knee Deep in Embarrassment

If you asked my beloved husband, he would tell you that I'm capable of walking by 'disarray' repeatedly, or living with it comfortably before I feel compelled to take action. On the scale of neatness/sloth, I probably fall somewhere around the middle. Sliding any further down the scale gets pretty uncomfortable.

And that's where I find myself. As I pulled my recovering body up to my desk yesterday, I was confronted with 769 unread emails dating back to K3's accident. Yes, I noticed the number climbing, but I didn't look too closely or notice how big it had gotten.

Rather than say all those emails are the issue, I'm going to call them an indicator... a sign that I've possibly let myself be overwhelmed... by circumstance, by obligation, by responsibility. While I feel comfortable that I kept all the balls in the air, I'm kind of embarrassed about being confronted with the evidence of said "over-whelm-ed-ness."

Which left me staring at my monitor last night muttering "so what are you going to do about it, babushka?"

I don't have much of a plan. I know I want to make a list and start checking things off. I know I've begun unsubscribing from some of my email notifications and online shopping stores. If i can go 2 months without having to read each email then I think I can live without all that "reading material!" Again, not that all the filler was the issue, but sheer volume kept me from seeing some of the personal emails that came in that I didn't respond to. *blush*

I know I'm going to get K3 through her rebuild and other needs...

I'm definitely going to get my oil changed...

And I'm going to be more careful of my time...

And I think I want to try yoga too.

What do you do when you're knee deep?

AG out!