sunday blues

i don't know what it is about sundays, but they always get me down. okay, not always, but it is the day of the week i am more likely to be feeling blue than others.

so, i've decided to listen to some blues and type away.

i'm feeling relatively safe that no one is reading this again. i figure the replies on my first day were kind of a fluke, probably there is some list somewhere of most recent blogs and i popped up and people were curious about the new blog and checked it out.

what shall we explore tonight? perhaps my procrastination hell. why is it so hard to do stuff. why can't i just do it. i don't know. it's an odd thing. the example i'll give out here is cleaning the house. well, more than cleaning the house, getting it ready for my mum's visit.

time for some background... my mum lives in france, i like in canada. my mum is my best friend, and before she moved to france a couple years ago the longest i'd gone without seeing her was 6 weeks, and usually i saw her every second weekend or so, and we talked everyday. i haven't lived with my mother since i was about 11, but we have always been close. now she lives in the southwest of france and i'm lucky if i see her twice a year. so it's a really big deal that she's coming. it's only for a week, but i'm really really excited.

having said that, my house is a pit. still finishing a counter in the bathroom, refinishing the dining room table, want to get the front porch cleaned out, still need to clean out the room she'll be sleeping in, and so on and so on. well. today, i have done none of that. nothing. in fact, most of the day i spent in bed. now, part of this is due to the whole sunday blues thing. i'm feeling really almost depressed today for some unbeknownst reason and sleep seems to be the easiest escape from that kind of feeling. but more than that, i know i am avoiding getting the stuff i need to do done.

so where does that come from?

i mean, how hard is it to do some laundry? pretty bloody easy when the washer and dryer are even on the main floor of your house, yep, i don't even have to schlep into the basement. but still, i can't seem to do it. i seem to do nothing but avoid avoid avoid. maybe i'm lazy? i don't know, that sounds like a cop out. or, maybe that seems more like a symptom than the reason. i think this is something i need to think about a bit more.

anyway, on that note, perhaps i'll go do laundry...