Every single day, I take a piece of paper and write down all my day’s to-do’s [anyone who knows me can vouch for this], and just so you know, nothing makes a list maker like me more upset than when a task slips the mind.
I thought I started my day right. I went to Hot Flow at 5:45 a.m. I felt relaxed and ready to attack my day. I got home from yoga, took the dogs out, made D his coffee, fed the dogs, jumped in the shower, shampooed my hair, shaved my legs, and it hit me – SHIT! THE CLEANING LADY COMES TODAY. “ Why is this a problem? First off, I try REALLY HARD to be on top of it. [Fake it until you make it, right?] Secondly, I HATE wasting money. If we’re going to pay someone to clean all the rooms in our house, they should clean all the rooms in our house . . . AND it’s not the cleaning lady’s fault if a room isn’t ready to clean. The room in question, well, that’s the music room. It was the one room that was still [excuse my language] a cluster fuck. I hadn’t used my week wisely. The “move” was winning.
What should I do?
The simple solution was I had to get my ass in gear. [Eat the frog!] I needed to do it quick and stay focused, so I gave myself one hour. I turned up the jams on my iPod, grabbed some scissors, opened a few trash bags, and set the timer. The job honestly sucked. I hated every single minute of it, but the end result, however, was worth all the pain. It’s in no way perfect, but it’s a step in the right direction, and more importantly, it will be able to be vacuumed today ;) 60 minutes of clean gave me mucho happiness.