That's it. I just figured out the key to getting housework done:
Get up when you're ready to -- but before everyone else. And don't sit down until you're done.
Or, like me, when you feel like you've done just enough that it's noticeable.
At this house, that was 6:12 a.m. today, and what I accomplished was: making coffee (of course), cleaning the counters, scrubbing the downstairs toilet and sink, and vigorously scrubbing the countertop, the exterior of the microwave and half of the dishwasher top ... hey, there was stuff on the other half.
Plus ... um ... there had to be more. Let's see.
Oh, I emptied the glass jar of 1998 couscous that I'd pulled out of the cupboard three days ago. And the similar vintage flax seed (helped by the wisps of connective tissue sewn by some bug). And I stared at the questionably fresher barley I'd put it in a cereal bowl to see if anything emerged.
Nothing.
So far.
I found a spot for the four wine glasses I bought at last week's Wassail Bowl and, um ...
I put the shell of the mini crockpot back in its box (only half wondering where the ceramic part was).
Oh, I know, I also cleaned out the spam in my email. Whew.
And, I put away half of the clean dishes.
Even in cleaning, moderation is everything.
Especially once the coffee has dripped its last drop.
Ahh .... it feels good to sit down.
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