There are many things I should do, but I keep on postponing them to an another day. Why do I do it? Here are the reasons: first reason —- there isn’t enough time. Time is an elusive thing, it slips away so easily. And the second one is: when there is time available I lose the will to do them.
I find that I don’t have the energy to tackle them. Then again time is the main issue. Sometimes it requires money, and I feel that the money spent is not justified.
At other times more pressing matter requires my time, and it takes up precedent over the old ones. The tasks I intended to do are pushed to the back. They remain on the back burner till the need for them arises. They make me mad at myself, “why I didn’t find time to do them?”.
I remember when we first shifted to Peshawar. While putting our house to order —– unpacking furniture from crates, getting the kitchen shipshape for producing meals, putting the odds, and ends of our life in different rooms —— we were having hoards of unannounced guests.
All those people should have given us time to settle down. But no they had to come during all hours of the day. There wasn’t time even for a shower. Every time I headed towards the bathroom, there were guests out there to express, “how happy they were to finally see us in Peshawar…….. blah, blah, blah”.
Before going to bed, with clean clothes in hand I needed the bathroom, my (late) husband caught me, “no you smell fine, come and sleep”.
On the second day I was ready to either kill myself, or murder the uninvited guests. I was having blissful thoughts of an extended bath, when my husband announced that Mr, Mrs ABCD, and children were waiting in the drawing room.
Telling him I was coming, I went to have my bath first. Feeling human again I greeted the unwelcome guests, meanwhile ignoring the daggers shooting from my husband’s eyes. In his eyes, I had committed an unpardonable sin in not hurrying to meet my guests.
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