Today I:
Made bed.
Emptied dishwasher.
Swept kitchen. (Just now, at almost 9pm, purely so I could write this post with a clear conscience.)
Checked bathrooms for clutter.
Did concentrated 5 minute pickup. (Again, just now.)
Last night I made lunches, wiped down bathrooms, and put out the boys clothes. I didn’t do laundry because my husband was doing a load so he could have clean socks. He puts all of his dirty socks together in one place, which is a great idea except I never ever think to wash them because they’re not with the rest of the dirty laundry. I’m counting his load as the load for today.
I did all but the making of the bed and emptying of the dishwasher tonight . . . just now. I was gone all day, so it was really the only option. I must admit that I did these tasks while grumbling, and with a few well-placed huffs.
However, now that I’ve done it, I’m so glad I did. It’s nice to know that the living room will start the day tomorrow clutter-free and that all of the basics are done. I’m guessing there are neatfreaks who don’t love getting those few things done at night when they’d rather be chilling. But they do them. So I can too.
