You know how it is. You wake up in the morning and you are raring to go. TODAY is the day that your house is going to be June Cleaver clean, shining from top to bottom.
You've all ready stocked up on all the cleaning supplies and you can hear them calling you from under the kitchen sink. You put on your most comfortable pair of sweats and a clean but stained tank top, pull your hair back, crank up the tunes on your iPod station so that the whole house is full of upbeat, motivating music and ZOOM! You're off and running to the first room you want to tackle.
I usually start with the kitchen. It begins with unloading the dishwasher and putting away the clean dishes and then reloading it with the dishes that were left in the sink overnight. (Now if my mom were alive she would tell you that you never, ever go to bed with a dirty dish in the sink because if someone has to come in during the middle of the night, they will think you're a messy housekeeper!) Personally if someone is in my house in the middle of the night and it's not the EMTs rushing me to the hospital for a medical emergency, there may be more than a messy dish that someone has to look at because that intruder will be sorry that he ever even entered my house – but that's another story.
You proceed to clean off the countertops and appliances when you run out of paper towels so you dash off into the garage where your stockpile of paper products is. On your way back in, you cut through the laundry room and you decide to throw a load in so that it can be washing while you're cleaning the kitchen.
Ten minutes later you're back in the kitchen and you're just about to clean out the microwave when you realize the dog hasn't been out yet to relieve himself. So you stop and you take the dog out. Once he's through, you notice that there's some weeds in your flowers so you start to pull just a few of them because, after all, you're out there all ready and the dog is secure on his leash. Another 20 minutes pass and you realize that you were supposed to be cleaning the kitchen so you and Fido head back into the house to the kitchen.
By this time the first load of laundry is done washing, so you sprint back to the laundry room to put it into the dryer. Phew! Now you're ready to finish that kitchen. You get back in there and you finish the kitchen. It looks great ... except now you're staring at the dining room and there's crumbs on the rug so you run into the other room to get the vacuum cleaner.
For me, the vacuum cleaner happens to be in the office so course you think, “Gosh, I haven't checked my email. I can take five minutes out to see if there's anything important and then I'll vacuum.”
Naturally there's 27 emails and of course you have to spend the first two minutes deleting through the things you don't want to read like so and so's post on Facebook or how to meet other singles in your area since you're married and that doesn't apply to you – at least I hope it doesn't! Thirty minutes pass and you've answered six emails and posted your plans for the day on your Facebook page.
The humming of the vacuum is the next sound you hear as you begin to clean the dining room. Five minutes into the vacuuming, the dryer buzzer goes off and you know you can't leave the shirts in there because they will get all wrinkled so you stop the vacuuming and head off to hang up the shirts. If you don't, your hubby will not have anything to wear the rest of the week. Another 15 minutes passes because of course the other load has to get into the dryer so you quickly put that in, start another load in the washer and grab the newly hung shirts and proceed to the bedroom closet.
Oh my gosh! What was I thinking?! I didn't make my bed this morning. By this time, Fido has made himself comfortable and is snoring away on your bed. You can see your mom looking down at you from heaven shaking her head. You shoo the dog off the bed after hanging up the shirts in the closet and make your bed. You realize now that you haven't dusted your bedroom furniture in oh, at least two weeks and you could legibly write your name on it so you head out to the kitchen to grab the dust rag.
On your way out to the kitchen, your cell phone rings. You stop, answer the call and spend 10 minutes talking to your friend who is looking for a couple of grocery coupons. You tell her you know that you have them and you'll set them aside so that she can pick them up on her way to the grocery store within the hour. My coupons are in the office in a binder so for me that means walking into the office, where, the information super highway again is staring at me with NEW messages to be seen.
You proceed to your coupons and decide five minutes to check on anything new in your in box is allowable because you've been working so hard that morning. After a quick check and answering two more emails, another 15 minutes has passed. You get back into the dining room and finish vacuuming, put the vacuum back in the office closet and then realize you haven't dusted in the bedroom yet but now you spot the glass and dish that your son left on the family room coffee table so you grab that, head to the kitchen, rinse it and put it into the dishwasher and now you're finally ready to dust the bedroom furniture except for the fact somewhere between the office, the laundry room and the kitchen, you seem to have misplaced your dust rag.
How on earth can you stay on task if things aren't in their place?!
Does this sound familiar to anyone or am I the only one who seems to have focus issues when it comes time to clean their house? If it doesn't sound like you, I hope I've at least made you laugh while you've read about this neurotic, multi-tasking Domestic Goddess with focus issues. Have a WONDERFUL day moms!