It's not my fault@#!*!

I walk into the basement and start to work.  I need to sand a few spots before we put some paint on.  As I approach the last rough spot I notice a trim board missing, I need to fix that, right?  I finish that and as I start to walk upstairs with a smile on my face I see a few spots I missed with the filler, got to get those.  Well now that is finished but they need to dry before I sand.  I round the corner to get some tools that I left and there, staring at me, is a wall that has an 8 inch gap which allows one to see into the furnace room.  I am in luck, I have enough boards left from the wall many years ago to fill that gap. Well that is not such a small job.  I nail the last board in place, after making some spacers so they match, and there to my right is the back side of the basement bedroom wall.  It is not finished, just studs looking me in the eye.  Well, that should really be finished and my measurements tell me I need two 4X8 sheets of wall board.  It is then another trip to Menards for that and of course I need some mud to fix the seam.  Wait, the kitchen table that I brought outside in the morning needs to be brought in as Terry finished sanding the top and is now ready to put the first coat of finish on.  Wait, I need to finish sanding as Terry is also ready to roll the paint on the walls.  The natural gas pipes should be covered as well as the electric box and and and and it goes on. 
Like I said, it is not my fault.  I have been thinking a lot lately and I think it is my parents' fault.  Don't question me, just believe me.  They made some mistakes as I was growing up and I am what I am today because of them, no doubt.
NO, the above, about Mom and Dad is not true.  ALL of my faults, I own.  They are mine because of what I have been over the last many years.  So we move forward, doing the projects that are so piled up, almost to the point of discouragement but we move forward each day, one step (project) at a time.
FP helps but it is gone for the day.