Motivation

I have a weekend ahead of me with a to do list that goes on for miles. Unfortunately I also seem to be afflicted with severe mental block when it comes to tackling this list. Seems like good intentions only take me so far, inevitably I find multiple excuses to take breaks, fuel up, slow down, etc. I always feel great when I get projects done, I love seeing progress of hard work, yet I can't seem to find enough motivation to get started. I have a good friend who can paint, rearrange furniture, feed and bath kids, get dinner, and pay bills all within a matter of hours. No, she is not a drug addict. But whatever crazy energy is running through her veins, I'd like a shot of that right about now. Well, here goes nothing, I shall go and attempt something that resembles movement.

Moving... bleh...

It seems like I'm breaking down cardboard boxes, yet as I look around my "new" home, I am still drowning in loads of boxes and crap as far as the eye can see. Moving is rough, and I've done it a handful of times. This time there are small peaks of excitement in between the moments of bleh. For example, my crafty area is coming along rather nicely, and Patrick's room is even cooler than before. Yet, it seems we have a lot of stuff, and it is overtaking me. My go-getter attitude quickly dissipates when am stepping over cords, boxes, and trying not to trip all the while as there are many oddly placed steps all over the house. The house we moved from was a similar size, I once thought, now I'm not so sure. We have way too much seating somehow, like a couch and two chairs too much. I will keep on trudging through, as I have faith that in the not too distant future it will be beautiful again.