No, the white feathers are not from a feather duster.
This week is a bit crazy. I’m directing the drama for our church’s Easter service, so I’m squeezing in rehearsals all over the place. And, I got a call to sing one song for a benefit dinner on Saturday and went to that rehearsal and it turned into two songs and a dance. A solo dance, and I’m not technically a dancer. Should be interesting.
That’s where the white feathers come in. They fly off of my ridiculously long white boa like nobody’s business. But give me a boa, and I can do great things, so I’m just living with it.
So, how does the house look in the midst of all this fun stuff affecting my easily-distracted mind?
Not terrible. Not perfect, but not terrible. That’s saying a lot.
Pre-blog, I would go through spurts of “changing once and for all” and they would last but a few weeks at the most, until something, anything, either good or bad, came along to distract me.
But I’m trying to keep up with my daily tasks, and I’ve done my specific-day-cleaning-task each day this week. So things are not in chaos.
Did a general pickup.
Mopped kitchen (Thursday’s task).
Last night, getting home from rehearsal at 9:15, I didn’t do my nightly tasks, so this morning I had to do more than I should have, making lunches and putting clothes together for the boys.