There are only so many things a person can do in a day.
There's the obligatory sleeping and eating and doing the bathroom thing. There's driving to work, talking on the phone, spending time with the family, writing the blog, reading the other blogs, paying the bills, going to the bank, the grocery store, the Wal-marts, and the drugstore. There's mowing the yard, tending to the tomato plants, washing the car, playing board games with the kids, babysitting grandkids, fixing dinner, and listening to teenagers complain.
And that's not even the half of it.
There are so many other things that have to be done on a regular basis during a single week that it makes my head spin. I can't seem to get my mind wrapped around it all, so I tend to take care of it in my own special way.
I ignore it.
If I don't want to deal with it, it isn't there. Simple and easy, eh?
This technique works really well with housework. Take the office, for instance. The office has been a literal disaster area since March, when we decided to remodel the living room. Whenever I brought anything home from Mom's it went straight into the office. There are boxes and bags and papers and books and who knows WHAT else in there.
Frankly, I'm almost afraid to set foot in the place.
Most days I look at it and think, "Gee, I wish someone would clean that up." Or better yet, I think, "I need to get on that really soon." And then ignore-itis sets in and I forget all about it for another night.
See how easy it is?
I am the type of person that HATES to be told what to do. I despise it with every fiber of my being. I really don't like it very much, either.
There is a laundry basket full of clean clothes that's been sitting in my bedroom now for lo! I have no idea how long. Hubster brought it up from the laundry room and told me I had to put it away because he had no idea where the stuff went. See previous paragraph.
Now, while he didn't mean it that way, my eyes have looked at that basket with contempt for lo! I have no idea how long now. Yet another case of ignore-itis. And let's face it, we all know about the problems I have with laundry anyway.
So the goal for this weekend is to clean the office and put away the basket of laundry.
Oh, and meet Sis over at Mom's to clean on Saturday morning, then buy a present for Hubster for Father's Day and a nice card and have all the kids over for dinner and homemade ice cream before we go miniature golfing on Sunday evening.
Shucks. Looks like I may have to overlook part of it, huh?
But I had you going for just a second, didn't I?