Made bed.
Cleaned kitchen.
Ran dishwasher, and then emptied it and refilled it. (That’s what happens when you don’t do anything before you go to bed the night before.
Washed and dried a load of laundry.
Swept kitchen.
Mopped kitchen. (No, I’m not conquering the weekly task concept yet, but when you spill sprite all over the floor, but think it’s water so you only wipe it up casually, you kind of have to mop the next day.)
Did 5 minute pickup.
Dusted.
Last night I:
Laid on the couch with a maybe-maybe not stomach virus brought on by all three of my kids having had it this week. I’m a master at conjuring psychosomatic symptoms.
Don't you love it when you've run the dishwasher twice by noon???
This happens to me more times than I'd like to admit, all because I couldn't (or didn't want) to wash supper dishes.
I am not a washing dishes fan. I am a clean kitchen fan though.
"conjuring psychosomatic symptoms." Good grief that made me literally laugh out loud…
I get symptoms just hearing about other peoples stomach viruses! Like now in 2014, I may be catching the one you had January 29, 2010 after reading it!