I’m very frustrated with myself.
I haven’t been doing my daily tasks. A few here and there, but I’ve been rationalizing not doing them all for the last few busy weeks.
Yesterday I didn’t write anything, mostly to avoid writing that I hadn’t done anything.
Here we are in the midst of Christmas vacation. Everyone is home and I love it. We spent the morning yesterday playing Barbies and building with the new toys the kids got last weekend. Then I locked myself away and wrapped gifts for a few hours.
Hubby was wonderful and worked on laundry and ran the dishwasher.
I found myself rationalizing. I did empty the dishwasher and reload it last night. I did wipe down the kitchen table. I did have to get the gifts wrapped.
But as I should have learned by now, the daily tasks can be done in an incredibly short amount of time. But they have to be done. DAILY. This is the only thing that works for me.
I didn’t get to be a slob by sitting on the couch and eating chips all day. I haven’t watched daytime TV in years. I have to do the daily tasks. I have to check off that list or things get out of control.
I’m planning to spend the morning cleaning. It will take longer than necessary because I do have to do some decluttering that I wouldn’t have to do if I had been doing all of the daily tasks. But at least I’m dealing with a few weeks of slacking on the tasks rather than months of complete obliviousness.