Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Many of you have apprised me of certain circumstances wherein easing up on the stress of getting everything done might prevent a few suicides. No problemo mis amigos.
-Today at the crack I rotated the laundry that grew overnight. (Is our sorter really a petri dish?)
-Made requisite protein shake.
-Folded all laundry.
-Wiped down sinks.
-Cleaned ottoman tops, which, being suede, attract every fucking nucleus of disorder on earth. Yea lint rollers!
-Made kids' chore lists.
After my JAM-PACKED DAY, I was hoping to:
-Mail off thank you notes.
-Continue to wage war on my computer desk.
-Scrub all floors with a toothbrush.
-Oversee Quinn's wiping down of all toilets.
On the light menu:
-20 minute full house pick-up.
-Clear stray coats, blankets, dishes.
-Make your kitchen purdy (that hurts).
That's it. A pit stop. You can do it.