Sleep and I have reached somewhat of a detente, whereby I surrender indefinitely, and it promises nothing in return.
With that out of the way, I was able to fumble through the following tasks this morning on my way to post something for my Moxlings:
Hung all ridiculously fragile bedding, table runners, you know, all the things that feel so good going into the wash, and kind of make you want to slit your wrists having to deal with a wet heap of them staring at you.
Cleaned the sink, wiped down the kitchen, started dishwasher, put errant bags of licorice out of sight. And gumballs, and jawbreakers...
I pretty much kicked ass yesterday (which is funnier if you imagine me saying that in Napolean Dynamite's voice.), so there isn't a ton to be done, but I hope to accomplish the following:
*Fold all remaining laundry, put everything away.
*Organize the drawer that is home to the camera, camcorder, 55 iPod chargers (though we only have four iPods), batteries, and anything else which looked vaguely electric-ish, including instruction manuals and media cards. Oy.
*Take recycling out.
*Get on my hands and knees and scrub the kitchen floor until one of us cries "uncle."
*Vacuum my car.
*Buy and hang a new world map.
*Dishes. Yes I'm relentless, because they are. I sincerely hope you guys know by now that by "doing the dishes," I mean wipe out the sinks, wipe water spots off the fixtures, wipe down counters, dishwasher/oven face/cupboards, whatever needs it, and finally, sweep/spot check. This should be review people. It's the perfect example of maximizing the effort you're already putting forth, for mere minutes.
*Laundry. I know many of you got all the way caught up, or close, over the weekend. Today, get it folded. Listen to a book on tape, watch The
View, whatever, just do it. If you want to wait until the afternoon and fold during Ellen, that's fine too, just, can someone please tell me why her hair gets shorter every time I glimpse her? I mean seriously, how much shorter can it get? I'm thinking intervention. Don't get me wrong, I adore her, and it pains me that she will soon be bald.
*Bust out the vacuum. Kids were home all weekend, so was Dad, it was nice out, lots of traffic. Clean those floors. Sweep non-carpeted areas, and bend your achin' back down and spot-clean areas that need it.
*Rid your house of any and all garbage (strewn about and/or wastebaskets), dirty dishes, and fugitive laundry.
*Wipe down coffee tables, desks (Sam), any surfaces that need it.
*If you haven't died of heat stroke, pick one task that is really pissing you off and just do it. I can already assure you that it will only take half as long as you think, so prove me right.
*Can I get an amen? Does anyone feel less daunted facing this week than they did last week? Please share your thoughts, your experience, anything I can do to be of better assistance.
Have a great day guys. Remember, a few extra minutes, maximize the movements you're already making, and nothing is insurmountable. I look forward to your comments.