I’m getting old. In the past, if something important/urgent/fun had to be done, I could stay up and do it: through past dawn to mid-next-night, if needs be. But in the last year, if I get less than 5 hours sleep, I’m useless the next day. I end up with a life threateningly short fuse, a complete inability to make decisions and an inability to fall asleep at the right time the next day.
Saturday night’s nursery decoration fiasco was a complete false economy. In the three days since then, all I’ve done is (go to work for two days, entertained Caveboy for one) sand off the lumpy dog’s dinner of a paint job I put on Saturday night.
The deputy head at school did an assembly on SMART objectives on Friday. I need to get SMART.
S pecific – I will have finished painting the nursery.
M easurable – How much I have painted.
A greed – I’m telling you. That’s not really going to work is it, if I’ve got no followers. I’ll tell Cavegirl.
R ealistic – Yes, it’s not the Sistine Chapel. It’s 2.5m by 3m.
T imed – By Sunday night, the end of January.
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