Life intrudes. It piles up. The disaster of piles of stuff abounds.
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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.
2 comments:
I love doing the quickie jobs right before bed. I take 20-30 minutes and clean up the piles of crap lying around. It's amazing what can be done in just a short time when you're focused rather than getting distracted by, say, Facebook. Or Draw Something. Ugh. Stupid game.
FB is my downfall, Ashley. That and Fark.com. I could get so much more done if I could have the willpower to ignore them both.
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