I am attached to my own will and my own schedule. But as the mother of an eight-month-old and another due in August, my time is not my own, my body is not my own. I have duties to my husband and my babies. When I procrastinate, I am putting my own will first: not doing the tasks I consider undesirable. When I grumble at being interrupted, again I want my will, my time, to do the things I want to do.
Yet when I finally give up my own will, life is easier. When I finally give up procrastinating, I find the task is quick and easy, and it feels good to have it done. When I stop trying to divide my attention and just enjoy by baby, we are both happier. When I respond immediately to her instead of finishing what I was doing I have a sense of victory, like I just dealt the devil a blow (which I suppose I probably did).
My resolutions for March:
Decide what needs to be done at the beginning of the day, and do it without procrastinating.
Respond to the baby immediately, without grumbling.