I feel lately like I need someone to come in and "organize" my life... someone to push me at the gym, someone to help me purge through everything and sort through the clutter, etc that we have here in the apartment.   I have such great expectations for myself, and then I feel so alone and defeated, that I would rather sit on the couch with a glass of wine and my pink lappy than sort through the spare room and make it a useable space.  It's sickening.
My dream is to have the spare room be a room for the filing cabinets, the couch from my parents house, my tv and the portacrib/toybox for the neice and nephew.  A room where I can go to watch movies, but not necessarily in our room.  Right now that room is a mish-mash of the playpen, tv, unsorted boxes, etc.  it's frustrating to say the least.  I worked on it for a bit last night and just felt like I was getting nowhere.

Am I the only one that feels like this?  Like for some reason I have all right planning tools, but none of the motivation or eagerness to get it done??