(I know. Two posts today. Surely these are the end times.)
This just happened, and because I’m laughing at myself as I reflect on this, I decided to write it down.
We are having company overnight Friday night that I’m pretty pumped about, so I’m doing a bit of cleaning (honestly, my housekeeping standards are pretty low, so I make sure bathrooms and floors are clean) and food prep.
While making a grocery list, I cleaned out the fridge a bit.
Which meant throwing a couple of things away.
Into a full trash can. I decided I should just empty the trash all over the house.
At the foot of the stairs I saw the bag I had from shopping this morning, which had 2 pairs of booties and a casual little dress in it. I couldn’t decide in the store on the booties because, of course, I was wearing my only pair of non-skinny jeans today.
So I went up to my room, changed into the dress, and decided: it’s a keeper. Changed into skinnies…still couldn’t decide on which pair of booties I wanted to keep.
Realized that I have a bonus hour today until kid pickup, because younger two have running club and oldest has a meeting. Score.
So I changed into my workout clothes and threw hair in a ponytail, so I can get a workout in.
And then I saw the bathroom trash, which was full. Oh yeah. I was going to empty that. But before I did, I thought I should clean the bathroom up a bit…and I used the last of the antibacterial wipes while I did.
Actually remembered the trash before I went back to the kitchen, and grabbed the main floor bathroom trash can on my way. When I got that, I saw the toilet cleaner, and remembered that I needed to take that to the basement bathroom.
Dumped trash, went downstairs and squirted toilet cleaner in that toilet (I guarantee I won’t remember to actually clean this until like 9pm tonight) on my way to getting a canister of anti-bac wipes from basement storage.
Back to kitchen, where my grocery list sits, half completed.
YOU GUYS. Can you even believe I somehow wrote enough words to make a whole book? And is it any wonder than when I need to get some writing done, I leave my house? For the love. I’m a mess. (Also, potentially pertinent information: I am fully caffeinated today, too.)
Now. Off to walk a few miles on this perfectly lovely day.