This is one of those days when I feel like everything I’ve written previously is a sham. None of my dishes that we used for lunch are currently clean and put away. I still have some pots and pans that need to be cleaned. The rest of the kitchen is a wreck. Not as bad as it was when I was first married, but it could look better. Today’s batch of laundry hasn’t been done yet. And I feel absolute dread about doing a single bit of housework. Some of it is because it’s been a very busy week. Some of it is just laziness.
I don’t even want to think about dinner yet.
Either way, today is a catch-up day. On days like that, I just have to fight through it and do what I can. I draw up a list with five to ten items on it (more than that and I find I’m wasting time writing the list instead of working thus setting myself up for failure). Then, I get out my timer and work on each of the items for fifteen minutes at a time. I can usually keep my head above water if I do this. If not, I find myself panicking right before my husband comes home.
So, now that I’ve made my confession, I’ll go make my list and get started. And while I look at my messy house I’ll remind myself, it’s not how many times you fall down, it’s how many times you get up that counts.
And with that trite phrase, I’ll get back to work. I promise the next post will be a bit more inspiring/useful.