#5MinuteFriday That Random Load that Ended Up on the Recliner

It’s Friday.

The Friday before our Spring Break, so I’m already in Idonwanna mode.

But I spent five minutes tackling some procrasticlutter. I am a HUGE fan of folding clothes right out of the dryer. When I do that, they disappear into thin air.

Or into drawers.

Which feels like thin air.

But every once in a while, a load doesn’t disappear and turns into procrasticlutter. Sometimes it happens when, as I walk past the laundry room on my way to bed, I realize the load in the washer just finished and I’ll negate all benefits of starting Laundry Day on Sunday night if I don’t get the next load going.

But I’m on my way to bed.

So I justify dumping instead of folding.

Or sometimes it’s Wednesday, and Monday’s Laundry Day is still hanging around and I justify dumping instead of folding because I’m in such a hurry to get out of the house.

Or usually, when this happens, it’s because someone who lives with me has taken the initiative to change over a load.

Which makes me grateful.

And requires I shove my passion-for-avoiding-procrasticlutter-by-folding-right-out-of-the-dryer down inside. Because that particular passion coming out of my mouth looks a lot like ungratefulness.

Really. I feel frustration and sometimes despair when I realize no one in my family has noticed that we’ve had a mostly clean-clothing-pile-free living room for the past several years.

But I choose to be thankful for the help. 

Anyway, I focused on this spot for five minutes today.

And it went from this:

To this:

I was carrying the last armful away as the timer sounded.

And I was disappointed.

Because I have TPAD, Time Passage Awareness Disorder (totally made up by me), I always assume wrong when it comes to predicting how long any task will take.

Always.

Which is why I am doing these five minute Fridays. I’m proving to myself how much I can really do in five minutes.

But then I get cocky.

I was already writing a post in my head where I acted all shocked and amazed that I was ALSO able to tackle that messy bookshelf in those five minutes.

Ummm, not so much.

But still, five minutes was plenty to do the actual job I wanted to do. And for years, I would have assumed that particular five minute job would take days. Maybe weeks.

Not really.

But really.

Don’t worry. I spent another five minutes straightening the bookshelf. I’ll share that next Friday.

 

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--Nony