I’ve said before how difficult weekends are. Since we were gone all day yesterday, I felt pretty justified not doing much. That was wrong. I still need to do the basic daily tasks.
Today I had a very natural thought come into my head. I was going to do a last minute pickup, and makeup for not doing my tasks yesterday. I had to get them done in a set amount of time because we were having a small group meet here tonight.
Then, my 7yo asked me to take his temperature. It was just high enough that we moved the group to another house to be safe. And so I quit picking up.
I’m very frustrated with that. It was so natural to look for this out. What a relief that I don’t have to pick up the house. When in reality all I needed to do is what I’ve been doing every day for the last 9 weeks.
So I went to a meeting, and came home and did my daily tasks. And I’m so glad I did.
As I’ve said so many times, I’m the queen of excuses. But this wasn’t even a legit excuse to not do it. It was just a reason why I didn’t “have” to do it.
Made bed. (I did do this this morning.)
Emptied dishwasher. (this afternoon before the temp-taking)
Cleaned kitchen. (done after I knew I didn’t have to)
Checked bathrooms for clutter.
Did a legit 5 minute pickup.
Friday night I did finish folding and putting away a load of laundry. I also wiped down the bathrooms. Didn’t do anything last night but fall into bed.