My husband has often bemoaned the fact that the he of now doesn't care enough about the him of fifteen minutes from now. This has been a lot on my mind lately. What is it about the human condition that leads us to fall into temptation, even when we are fully aware of the likely outcome of our indulgences? I know that if I eat sugar I will suffer greatly from depression, anger and listlessness. These outcomes are great enough of a deterrent that I have not intentionally eaten sugar in many months. I also know that if I rob a bank, I will go to jail and destroy my life and my family's. So far I have not felt tempted to pursue that course of action, though it might theoretically solve some of our financial problems. But not bothering to do the dishes every night after dinner, though I know it will become a formidable pile the next day--why can't I resist the temptation of laziness? The salty snacks that call my name and give me digestive ills and fat; the television shows I don't really need to watch when there is housework to be done; not practicing so that I show up at work unable to bumble my way through a Shostakovich symphony. Basically it boils down to being a grownup. Being able to make the right choice all the time is an impossible goal, but I know I can do better than I do.
My daughter's diaper is olfactorily noticeable--the consequence of my not taking care of it immediately is her discomfort--so that's all for now.
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