Out of control

I feel like I'm out of control.  Not in a wild way, but I'm definitely not in control of my time or will.

Today I walked past E's bedroom/G's office and saw that the light was flashing on the answering machine.  I knew that I should listen to the message, but I couldn't make myself go in the room and push the button.

How stupid is that?

It took me most of the day before I could work up the energy to take a shower -- and then it was several hours later that I finally made myself go to Target to buy necessities that I had already put off getting for several days. 

I need to write several thank you notes.
I need to go to the laundromat.
I need to go to the grocery store so I can make a meal for a church family.
I need to shave my legs.
I need to figure out some finance things with M's expenses.
I need to register for Women's Bible Study.
I need to practice my ukulele.
I need to go to bed earlier than 3:30am.
I need to wake up earlier than 11:00am.
I need to find the Patterson family Bible.
I need to have purpose in my day and in my life.

I'm out of control and I need help.