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Procrastination-shun-shun-shun-shun-shun

posted by BatSheva Vaknin @ 9:50 AM
Monday, January 7, 2013

You know that thing? That thing, where, it’s Thursday night, the last real weeknight of the kids’ (and your) “winter break” and you kind of pushed it so after your husband made this amazing dinner, you know it’s your turn to do the dishes and you’re totally down with that but once you put the kids to bed you realize you’re the last person awake in the house (including your husband) and even though it’s only 8:45 it feels kind of like midnight and the last thing you feel like doing is the dishes and you consider leaving them all for the once-a-week housekeeper who will come tomorrow but you know that’s a total cop-out move and so you know sooner or later you’ll have to bite the bullet and just do the m-f-ing dishes and you’re just about to get going when you decide instead to sit for a minute at your computer?

No?

Oh.

Sometimes I think I’ve got a whole lot of nothing going on in my head. I’ll lie down at night – earlier than usual these days, thanks to the exhaustion of pregnancy + busy days and especially thanks to my nudge-y husband (when did he get so nudge-y!?) who now goes to sleep at, like, 8pm, most nights because he’s waking up at something like, 2am to start his day… (yes I may be exaggerating just a tad)… but anyway -

Where was I?

Oh yeah. The stupid thoughts in my head.

Wednesday night, I lay wide awake in bed, thinking about dumb, stupid things (i.e. – wondering what Facebook ‘friends’ who I never ever ever see and never ever ever were friends with in real life but who sort of maybe knew who I was at one point so they accepted my friend request, must think of me – in a judge-y way, of course – about how they probably think my name BatSheva is so weird and different, and how my life is so weird and different– and then I think how even stupider it is that I am wasting even 10 seconds caring about any of this, and obviously none of these Facebook ‘friends’ probably waste even 10 seconds thinking about me)…

And then I fall asleep, only to wake up at 4:23am to 3 year old Esther, who is crying from a nightmare. And as I take her to our bed I realize I was having a massive nightmare myself, about live sharks swimming in the water beneath my feet as I walked from room to room of a hotel I was staying at for some event where I didn’t know anybody.

The dream didn’t seem scary as much as it seemed unnecessarily stressful. Sort of like Facebook.

Lately, my thoughts have been overrun with fluff and nonsense. A product of my 2 weeks vacation from blogging?

I know, I know.

Quit thinking, start scrubbing. Dishes await.

c/xo,

 

Sheva (BatSheva Vaknin)

I know there is a lot going on here. Seriously, I'm down with copyright protection & all, but let's face it: we'd ALL be better off if the internet would just let me "BORROW" some cool images for my blogs! I promise I'll give them back!

6 Responses to “Procrastination-shun-shun-shun-shun-shun”


  1. Sarah says:

    Are you crazy??? Borrow images from google when we can get these hilarious, straight from the heart Batsheva toons??!! Soooo funny!

  2. Sarah Cs says:

    You mean, like, reading blogs at 1:35 pm while your baby its sleeping, instead of exercising, mopping the kitchen, and finishing your eldest son’s bar mitzvah invites? No, I have no idea what you’re talking about.
    PS: your drawings are-BY FAR-funner than internet pictures, which you could use if you credited the source, by the by.

    • BatSheva Vaknin says:

      I sense a certain kinship with you, kind female commenter. :) and PPS THANK YOU and I would want to credit the source but my computer or Word Press (can’t figure out which it is) blocks me from using the image before it even knows if I’m planning to credit the source or not, so you see technology has pre-empted me. Yet again.

  3. Plant N says:

    Of course, I never sit down at my computer for a minute and then lose track of time…. never!

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