First of all, let me say, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!” for all of your encouraging comments yesterday. Yes, I did beg for them, and I feel a tiny bit guilty about that, but I am mostly just incredibly energized by them. It helps so much to know that I am not the only one out there who struggles to keep my home out of chaos. Out in the world of “normal” people, I’m often scared to share these struggles because of the many times when I have, and have been met with looks of horror. It helps so much to be able to share here, and be accepted so warmly by my community of readers.
Ok, enough lovey-dovey la-la stuff.
Made bed. (If you can really call it that, I’m sure I’ll explain in an upcoming post.)
Cleaned up kitchen.
Did a general pick up.
And since it’s Tuesday, I cleaned bathrooms. I’m still struggling with exhaustion, so I had planned to just do the bare minimum. I didn’t have the option of not doing anything, since it is, after all, Tuesday. But alas, when I got started, I ended up doing more than I had planned and my shower door that used to be a full-inch-thicker-than-necessary due to soap scum is now finally starting to look close to normal. I’m really excited about that.
Last night I:
Put out clothes for the boys.
Started the dishwasher.
I didn’t make lunches last night since I got in late from rehearsal, and my husband had been assigned the task of writing an article for the local paper, which of course meant that I got to edit it, so I spent my evening doing that. Getting it to exactly 600 words was interesting.
So where does the Dr. Pepper Sippy Cup come in?
My daughter and I have eaten our lunch out in the backyard for the past two days. The weather has finally been beautiful. Yesterday, I used one of the many fund-raiser cups that my husband gets talked into buying. It’s an insulated one, but it doesn’t seem to be right for hot drinks to me, and so it rarely gets used. But it turned out to be perfect for taking my drink outside. Spill-proof, shatter-proof, and with a lid that closes to keep from getting teeny-tiny petals in it that the neighbor’s tree is shedding like crazy.
So today, while I was making lunch, I felt sad because I wished I could use it again since it had been so perfect yesterday. Then what should my wandering eyes land upon? THE CUP. IN THE CABINET. CLEAN!!!!
Yes, it was an automatic assumption that it would be dirty. Pre-blog, I would have been right to assume that it was dirty . . . for at least a week.
But instead, due to my daily-checklist-item/habit of running the dishwasher every single night and emptying it every single morning, it was sitting there, clean-as-can-be, in my cabinet.
So I used it. And now it’s back in the dishwasher, waiting to be washed again tonight and ready for tomorrow. Go me!