Should have started yesterday.

I have woken up every day this week filled with a brazen determination to get things done. I was going to bake something. Anything! Preferably something chocolate! I was going to get my Primary lesson ready for Sunday, de-clutter the kitchen, dust under the couches and organize the playroom. I even had revolutionary ideas, like showering before lunch! And all of my plans have been killed day after day by tedious and impossible chores that suck up all my time as though there is a black hole over my head, hovering, waiting for my ambition to reach full force, and then swallowing my ability to complete anything. Two days ago, I spent a couple of hours tracking down an awesome deal on snow pants and boots for my nephews, and while the task was eventually completed, it was through none of my efforts, but the efforts of people with better resources. Like a car.

And today, it's happening again. There are dishes to be done, laundry to be done, clothes and toys to be put away, gifts to wrap, grocery lists to write... And I am sitting here trying to write a birthday poem for my mother-in-law. It's not going well. I can't get into a rhythm, it's coming out mushy instead of humorous, and I have needed to use the bathroom for an hour now, but I keep putting it off, hoping that if I just sit here for one more minute, inspiration will find it's way into my dark and troubled mind. My mental capacities are already so exhausted that I feel like I already need a nap. And that would mean that once again, nothing is going to get done today.