As someone who rarely (OK, never) thinks to check pockets before doing laundry, I wash my fair share of Kleenex.
Therefore, since my bed is the folding spot, I end up with quite a few of those white doo-lollies seen in the bottom right corner of the above picture.
Now, for me . . . that picture could totally be an after picture. It’s in almost perfect shape considering my “issues.”
But, probably because of the overall neatness, my slob-brain did register the doo-lollies. I realized they were there. I realized that they marred the otherwise clear floor.
So, I thought to myself . . . “Won’t it be nice that I’ll vacuum those up on Friday!”
But it was Tuesday.
Yep, I had every intention of leaving them there until Friday.
And then . . . my recovering-slob-brain decided to do something crazy.
I bent over . . . and picked them up.
And I moved the pen (that was near the nightstand) off of the floor too.
A two second task, and now it doesn’t look “like I need to vacuum.”