I arrived home after a weekend away to find . . .
. . . a messy house.
So today, I have:
Loaded the dishwasher
Emptied the dishwasher
Washed large dishes
Unpacked clothes from trip
Entertained my children
Sounds impressive, right? Unfortunately . . . I didn’t do it in that order. It was more like:
Washed laundry (the most-obviously-in-need-of-washing lake-nasty bathing suits)
Ran dishwasher (that was completely full when we got home last night and obviously could have been started before we left)
Unpacked clothes from trip (and found one last lake-nasty bathing suit right when it was too late to add it to the load of other lake-nasty suits)
Folded laundry (that’s been sitting unfolded on the loveseat . . . or scattered around it, since last week)
Washed more laundry
Unloaded the dishwasher
Loaded the dishwasher (with all of the things that were filling the sink and wouldn’t fit in with the should-have-been-run-four-days-ag0 load)
Ran the dishwasher again (Mmm-hmm . . . there were enough dishes in the sink and scattered through the house for another full load)
Decided that I should go ahead and wash the ever-so-easy-to-put-off big dishes
Questioned that decision and tried to come up with a reason to not do it
Started cleaning out the sink so I could fill it with dishwater
Saw what happens to cleaning brushes when they sit under dirty dishes for too long
Got out the Clorox
Soaked the cleaning brushes instead of throwing them away. (Which was really the only other option.)
Remembered (thankfully) to turn off the water that was filling the sink
Started washing dishes
Thought to myself, “Oh, I really need to exercise!”
Started to leave the kitchen and go exercise right then (with the dishes only half-done)
Realized I should finish the kitchen first
Finished the dishes
Wiped down the counters and table
Tripped over an empty box that
was is in the middle of the kitchen floor as I went to exercise.
Exercised while simultaneously entertaining my children. (No idea why everything stops so they can all sit and watch me sweat and kick.)
All this, and yet . . . my house only looks slightly better than it did when I woke up this morning.
I do love dividing my weekly tasks up by specific days, but the craziness of summer keeps getting me off of that rhythm.
I guess that random is better than nothing.