It's already after 2 pm here and I feel like I've accomplished very little today, and I had a whole list of things that needed (maybe I should say need) to get done, but I just have no motivation.
I managed to empty and fill the dishwasher but I still have two big pans sitting on my counter to wash and since they're sitting there the counters haven't been wiped down, the washer and dryer have been suspiciously quiet, and the clean clothes on my bed have not managed to put themselves away let alone fold themselves.
What happened to the day of the Jetsons? I thought "in the future" we were going to have automated appliances, you know, ones that did more than brew coffee at a specific time, and robots to clean up after us. Maybe we're just not "in the future" yet. Oh well, I guess.
I look back over my day and I'm not sure what I spent all my time on. Apparently nothing important since I can't remember. It's amazing how little I can do some days since I always feel so good on the mornings I jump and and go. I LOVE listening to the sounds of the dishwasher, washer, and dryer. Walking through my living room without tripping over toys, slipping on papers or crunching on crumbs is heavenly. Smelling clean floors instead of a dirty diaper...well do I really need to say much about that?
When I think on these things in the morning, sometimes they are motivation enough. I think, "Do it because you know you'll feel great."
So the day is half over and now is the time I should be able to relax a bit more, but what is my plan? Switch the laundry and head up stairs to fold. After that it's time to sweep away those nasty little crumbs and if all goes well, maybe I'll get at least the kitchen floor mopped before dinner.
Off I go, wish me luck!
By the way, did I even mention what the bathroom needs? Maybe it'll wait till tomorrow...
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