Swamped

I have a ton of work to do. A TON! And it's not like it's hard work. Nor is it all work that was just heaped on me in one moment. It's stuff I let pile up. And up. And up. Every day I'd tell myself, "I'll get it done tomorrow." But then tomorrow would come, and I'd repeat the same thing, "I'll get it done tomorrow." And the pile just keeps growing.

The thing is, though, that it is very hard right now for me to be motivated. There are serious rumors floating around that the company might go kaput. And since I work in Accounting and am privy to some information, a lot of that information seems to support that rumor. And I know it's good to have a good work ethic regardless. But I can't seem to make myself work. Instead, I stuff a Dove chocolate in my mouth. Or see what new furniture has been posted on Craigslist.

I went to lunch today with the husband and told him about my problem. I have work. It's not that hard, but I can't force myself to do it. I asked him if there was a word for that. His reply? "Lazy."

I tell ya, that man has got me pegged.