Ok… off and running today. Have to get Noah registered for Kindergarten. Have to go find his birth certificate and immunization record. I don’t think it’s in the pile of 2004 stuff. I actually think I might have filed it where it was supposed to go.

I have to go to the bank and do an international wire transfer. I would switch banks if I could find one that would allow me to initiate wire transfers ONLINE. Where I didn’t have to haul my white butt into the bank to sign on their dotted line each and every time. With the house in Florida, we do a lot of wire transfers as part of our business and it’s a pain in the arse.

Have to go do the first collection of Girl Scout cookie money. So I’ll be going to the end of the Brownie meeting today.

I absolutely HAVE to get the stuff together for the Florida accountant. It’s not fair that I am going to hand this stuff in next week as it is and expect them to have the intangible tax return done by April first. I know that they are cursing me under their breath. Amazingly, I am ok with that. Ha.

My house is at the state where even though I am having someone come in and clean it every two weeks… it simply needs to be “organized”. The cleaning lady doesn’t put things where they are supposed to go and the kids have been pretty lax about putting their stuff away. So stuff gets put into “piles”. Someone needs to go through (guess who that would be?) and cull the crap out of the piles. So should I get time today, I really need to start that process.

Somehow, I have to find pleasure in this day of *tasks*. I am committed to finding more pleasure in my life. Sounds naughty doesn’t it?

And then there’s the whole issue of motivation. I have none lately. My horoscope says I should be fairly productive. Guess my head didn’t get the memo. For someone as focused as I am, I have been so unfocused lately. Which is fine, except it really screws with one’s sense of identity when one measures oneself by their accomplishments. And guess what? There isn’t a plethora of day to day accomplishments to measure, ya know? Pass me some chocolate. It amazes me how some times I am like a dynamo and other times… not so much. Heh. Other times, it’s all I can do to simply post here, keep my kids fed and safe and cook a decent dinner. Wonder why that is?

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