I’m feeling overwhelmed.
I can hear the end-of-the-school-year clock ticking, and there is just so much I want to get done.
Yesterday, my daughter and I spent the day at a last-time-we-can-do-this preschool play date. A totally worthy use of our day. I had no problem pushing my bathroom-cleaning off until today.
I would just get it done after we ran to the store.
But running to the store took almost two-and-a-half hours. TWO AND A HALF HOURS??????
By the time we got home and unloaded the world’s heaviest groceries, it was time for lunch.
And I was tired.
I didn’t want to do anything. At all. It was so incredibly tempting to just leave the groceries in the floor of the kitchen, eat my lunch, and go take a nap. I was overwhelmed and didn’t know where to start.
Even if I couldn’t get to the have-to-get-to-them-today-or-I-don’t-know-when-I’ll-clean-them bathrooms, I decided to at least put away the groceries. For real. Not just taking things out of the bags and putting them on the cabinet to be dealt with later (which many times seems strangely logical), but actually taking them to their homes. The printer ink went to the . . . printer, the light bulbs to the . . . light bulb spot, and the bar soap to the . . . bathroom.
Shocking, I know.
Guess what? Once I realized (again, because I have short-term-memory-loss issues on these types of things) how little time it had actually taken to make my kitchen floor walkable, I decided to go ahead with the bathroom cleaning.
And now, since my knees hurt and my arms are sore from scrubbing the bottom of the shower, I feel completely justified taking that nap.