Nothing to do…Really?

Have you ever had one of those days when you were bored-out-of-your-mind and had nothing to do? Really? Nothing to do? Today was almost one of those days for me. It was definitely a bored-out-of-my-mind kind of day but I had plenty of things to do…Plenty of things I “shoulda” done.

In between the good ole’ fashioned Southwestern chili I made for lunch, the “Madralingue English Teacher…” business cards I cut out, and the hour-long phone conversation with my mother about bridesmaid gift ideas, I had a hard time getting motivated. I had a totally chochi afternoon, waxing and plucking, face-masking and nose-peeling, moisturizing and exfoliating all things personal…I worked a teeny tiny bit on the dispensers for the B&B…I took a nap – a long one. All the while thinking – I have absolutely nothing to do…Ahhh….Ignorance really is blissful, isn’t it?

But, what was I thinking?

I had SO MUCH to do…

I shoulda formatted The Red Guide to Name Icebreakers for RCC.

I shoulda called references for a potential wedding deejay.

I shoulda worked on our wedding website so it could be up and running.

I shoulda Fly Lad’ied the sink in Il Cedro.

I shoulda continued my search for an agent for a children’s book I wrote.

I shoulda opened the fiction novel I started years ago…and I shoulda added a bit to it.

I shoulda done any of these things…and I coulda, if I hadn’t been so bored…and I woulda, if I’d thought about ’em…

I shoulda…coulda…woulda…

But I didn’t.

And, now I can’t ’cause it’s time to go to bed. Oh, well…in the words of a true procrastinator – there’s always tomorrow. And, tomorrow? Well, we’ll see.