I started this blog as an accountability/keep-myself-focused-on-my-house thing.

In general, it works. 

It’s hard to justify writing about cleaning when your house isn’t clean.

Hard, but not impossible.

This week is our church’s Vacation Bible School.  It’s a crazy week, but the kids absolutely love it.  They’re so excited that I’m acting again after taking a year off.  That does this Drama Mama’s heart good, as I know it’s only a matter of time before these goofy VBS characters I play send them crawling under their chairs in embarrassment. 

These out-of-the-routine periods have always been the bane of my slob existence.  (Please don’t tell me if I’m using “bane” incorrectly, because I think it sounds really cool.)

This afternoon,  I sat down to write a post in the few minutes I had during a very busy day.  My creativity was gone.  I wasn’t even going for profound or highly literary.  I just couldn’t write a coherent thought.  And it wasn’t for lack of ideas.  I actually have a list of post ideas that I want to get to. 

But then, I did the thing that always gets my Slob-Writer-Juices flowing. 

I cleaned.

Don’t worry.  The irony is not lost on me. 

I decided to work on the not-as-bad-as-it-could-be kitchen. 

Yes, I’ve been (or hubby’s been) running the dishwasher every night.  But the emptying has been hit-or-miss. 

And when you don’t empty it first thing . . . it can’t be filled throughout the day, which means the sink piles up with dirty dishes and this somehow makes the other (more easily fixable) problems blur in my Slob Vision. 

I did crazy things like:

• Put away the clean-and-dry-for-a-week-now Crock Pot.
• Wash the rarely-used-because-it’s-such-a-pain-to-clean-but-I-had-to-use-it-last-week-because-everything-else-was-dirty cast iron skillet. 
• Wipe down the unreachable-by-little-Kitchen-Checklisting-arms spots on the cabinet. 

Now that I’m done, I can write again.  Not that it’s award-winning stuff, but at least some words are coming.

And I feel better.

How is your summer week going?