Life intrudes. It piles up. The disaster of piles of stuff abounds.
|Sadly, this is so true around here, I would like to cry. |
Creators Rick Kirkman and Jerry Scott have nailed it.
Dishes that are in the drying rack that could be put away.
Ditto for the clean load of laundry in the dryer.
So often, I look at the piles of stuff to do and I can't bear it. I rant, I shout. I force the kids to do something.
Five minutes. Like three rounds of commercials. How hard can it be?
This weekend, I decided I was tackling the five-minute jobs. Oscillating fan that rattled and just needed to be tightened = fixed. Toilets beyond gross = clean. Dishes and laundry = dealt with.
I'm fixing the broken strap on my sundress next. Five-minute repair job, soon to be done.
This is going to become a regular weekend thing. I'm bringing the kids in next . . . two songs, upstairs, we clean up. If anything, at least when Grandma and Grandpa arrive, hopefully it won't be a disaster up there.