The Monday after the SuperBowl.
Don’t worry. You haven’t landed on the wrong blog. The blog of someone who gets so excited about the SuperBowl that she writes about it the next day.
You’re in the right place. And I actually do love SuperBowl Sunday. I love that it makes 3/5 of my family excited. I love hanging out in the kitchen with friends while other people watch the game. But I mostly love it because our Sunday night home group meets at someone else’s bigger, more kid-friendly home.
Which means I get to take a nap on Sunday afternoon.
Instead of cleaning.
Except not having the oh-so-convenient motivation of an impending doorbell means my home was showing the effects of the weekend’s loosi-goosiness. So this morning, I’m getting back on track.
I ran a load of dishes that didn’t seem like they could possibly fill the dishwasher last night.
And then I hand-washed the last few things that wouldn’t fit.
Mmm-hmmm. Example #3,642 of my Slob Vision in action. Doing the dishes led to wiping down cabinets and general straightening, and then I got truly crazy and cleaned out the pot full of beef broth that I’d stuck in the fridge last week.
Sadly, I’d left the broth out on the counter for too long after removing the roasts I’d cooked in bulk. The frugal me and the freaked-out-over-the-thought-of-poisoning-the-family me had battled internally over whether it would be okay to keep.
The Logical Procrastinator Me temporarily settled the argument by sticking the pot into the fridge so the fat would harden. That would make keeping it easier (because I could just pick off the fat and have fatfree broth) or throwing it out easier (because I could stick the hardened fat in the trash and pour the broth down the drain).
And most exciting of all, this let me wait a little/lot longer to make a decision.
Big pot in the fridge. That rarely ends well. Or quickly. So yay for tackling that task, and boo for wasting lovely homemade beef broth.
It’s also Laundry Day. So that’s happening.
Then . . . as I sat down to brag about cleaning the kitchen, I glanced up and realized I’d never even thought to do my five minute pickup.
So I did it.
And even though the house is still far from perfect, I know from experience that those five minutes I just spent will save 20 minutes tomorrow when I have to do a “real” cleanup before our Brownie meeting.
It’s simple Slob Math.
How’s your Monday?--Nony