This Sunday is lazy in the sense I do not need to leave the house.
Not lazy in the sense that there is so much to do IN the house, I dare not leave.
I awoke with a blazing headache… as I often do during the days I am hit with my Monthly Vexing.
Aaaaand two mornings after drinking maybe a bit too much whiskey. My 2-week-alcohol-free body was all, “Dude. DUDE.” And then I swear I gave myself that “mom look”.
And also a 3 a.m bedtime Friday night did not help one bit.
I guess that would technically be Saturday morning.
Today I will scrub and fold and dust and I just chopped 4 bananas to freeze because OMGolly – Eating Clean Banana Ice Cream is the new black!
It’s back to calorie counting… paying the piper.
I am trading a run for some serious laundry folding and floor cleaning.
I don’t “mop”. I get on my hands and knees and clean each inch with cloths by hand. It is in these moments I wonder if I am borderline OCD.
I am a picture of inconsistency, though. On one hand I clean the floors on my hands and knees so nary an inch is neglected… on the other hand if I can’t spend hours on my hands and knees cleaning it RIGHT… I won’t clean at all.
With the exception of the corners. Fuzzy, crumby corners drive me mad.
Hitherhencetofore… I am off. To clean. If cleaniliness is next to godliness, then I am GOLDEN.
If for only one day.
It is actually more of a gift to my mind than anything. The mess makes me crazy. And cranky. I can’t make decisions when my house is so out of order.
To start Monday with a clean home… is to start a week with a fresh mind. Aaaaand a shorter to-do list.
Let’s do this.
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