Ever had one of those days where you’re folding laundry and once you finish, you walk to the closet to hang up the clothes and notice that there is a bunch of (scrapbooking) stuff you haven’t used forever taking up space on the floor so you get distracted and abandon the clothes and focus instead on sorting through the endless decorative brads and chipboard letters and glittery stickers? And then, in the depths of your cardstock collection you find a screwdriver that belongs in the garage on your husband’s work bench so you walk out to drop it off and on the way you notice that the lint has accumulated to sneeze-worthy levels atop your dryer so you stop to wipe it off. But to wipe it off you have to go grab the spray cleaner from the kitchen. And when you get to the kitchen you find that you forgot to put away the butter after breakfast and so you open the fridge to put it away and notice that the refrigerator is in desperate need of a clean sweep. And you can’t very well continue to look at moldy grapes so you whip out your rubber gloves and baking soda but before you can even sterilize the fruit drawer the phone rings and it’s your dentist calling back to schedule that tooth extraction for your oldest daughter. So you remove the rubber gloves and walk back to the bedroom in search of your appointment book and you look and look but you can’t find it so you end up telling the dentist you’ll have to call them back momentarily. So you hang up with the dentist and set out in search of the lost calendar. But immediately you are distracted by the piles of freshly laundered clothes on your bed so you decide to just get those put away zippity quick before calling the dentist back. And as you remove that last pair of jeans from the bed, lo and behold, there is that darned appointment book.
Yeah, um, that’s how my day went. In my efforts to clean one mess I made a boatload more. And now I have to go back and organize my organization attempts.
I guess that’s what weekends are for.
