I have an itch...

... to clean and write and clean and declutter my house. Unfortunately I also have the procrastination disease. I have an article to write by April 15th, and the muse is refusing to kiss me. It's going "okay", but I wish it was going great. I know it will, eventually... it just needs to be before the 15th.

I am the procrastination queen, by the way. I swear, nobody is as good at it as I am. Important phone calls, articles, school assignments, cleaning, paying a bill... I do it all at the last possible minute. My life is not complete without this little pressure in my neck, because there is something I still have to do. I left a comment on Shady Lady's blog, telling her that I'm making a to-do list. Seriously, my intentions are real, my goals ambitious, my cause noble.

And this is my list of things to do during the month of April:

~clean out the file cabinet in my former office, now my daughter's room, so I can move all the materials from the closet into the file cabinet, so my daughter can finally use all of her closet.

~clean out my own closet and remove all the crap I KNOW I will never wear again, because there is no way on Earth I will ever be that skinny again.

~rearrange the kitchen cabinets and get rid of all the plastic containers without lids, that are taking up a lot of space, but are completely useless to me.

~sort out the bottom cabinets in the entertainment center, that holds all the children's books of 8 years.

~write two articles, one to be finished on April 15th, the other one on May 1st.

~finally continue work on my German book.

~garden, garden, garden!!!

~teach the best Discoverers class ever, before I'm done teaching for good this summer.

~work on my plans for multiple streams of income.

These are the more important things on my list, people. What does one do with a list like this? Put it on the fridge, so I won't miss it? Put various copies of it all over the house, so I really, truly can't miss it? Toss it out altogether?

How does one stay organized and focused? One would think I've learned to do this in the 3.5 decades I've roamed this planet. I'm afraid, if I ever live alone (when my husband is dead or sick of me, and my children travel the world) I will be one of those sad creatures with stacks of crap all around me, because I can't drag my lazy ass off the couch to work off my to-do list.

Now PULEASE do not recommend the Flylady to me. Of all recommendations to be more organized and less chaotic, this one had me stare at the screen and wondering, how anyone could live by these 1950s standards. Day 1: Bleach your sink! Muaaaah!!!