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