Planning to be organised, busy doing nothing

So here we are, at the start of another week. It’s been a pretty typical Monday morning so far. I’ve just had a coffee, Boris Johnson has utterly embarrassed the country once again with his CBI speech, where he admits to drawing inspiration from Peppa Pig (didn’t realise she could fly) and my baby boy is tearing apart his puzzle piece play-mat like an insulate Britain Protester who’s just found out COP27 will be held on the moon by Jeff Bezos. Overall, everything is normal.

Like Boris’ inner monologue this morning, I’ve been telling myself it’s time to get organised. However, much like Boris himself, I have so far ignored that advice. Only difference is, of course, I’m not the one running the country, although is anyone at the moment?

Since it was revealed that Boris is allegedly having ‘buyer’s remorse’ Carrie has sought revenge by refusing to colour code and number his paperwork and has instead kindly re-organised them for him, adding in little notes of ‘support’. Hence why he was saying ‘forgive me’ over and over; Carries annotations left him distracted from his “speech”. So understandable really, that he managed to lose track of things this morning.

I know I should be more organised, especially as my maternity leave is ending soon. I’m hoping that once I’m back working full time, I’ll have much more of a routine and everything will inevitably fall into place without me having to stress about it, fingers crossed. Currently, my life revolves around neatly organised piles of mess. Organised chaos. I’m so laid back I’m practically horizonal. One strength of mine is the ability to be ‘fashionably’ late without even having to try, but since I’m now a Mum I should probably make an effort to change that. I’ve finished my coffee… should I make I start on the housework? Nah.

It’s now 1pm, I’ve managed to achieve very little, this is usually when I try to put myself in gear, to be more productive. I think ‘right! let’s make a plan’, a schedule, to stop myself wasting time and to seize the day before it slips away. Rather than the last resort of telling myself ‘Oh, I’ll start that tomorrow’ and like the broken promises the Tories made to the North, tomorrow never comes.

 If I ever do endeavour to create a plan, I tend to have an extremely productive day doing everything but the things I had planned to do. I know what I should be doing, so like the self-destructive rebel I am I lose myself down the rabbit hole of procrastination. Focusing all my time and effort into everything but the task at hand. Before I know it it’s 5 o’clock, getting dark and my house is still a mess, I’m still my in pyjamas, I still need to do the washing up and empty the bins but on the plus side, I have managed to write a blog. Just! If you can call this that.

Anyways, I’ll end it there today, as I’m far too busy doing nothing.