It has been an incredibly busy two weeks so I decided to spend my first day off deep cleaning my home. Happy Sunday to me. I have a confession, cleaning makes me happy and I know that the rest of my week will be more productive because everything is in it’s place.
I kicked off my cleaning spree around 10:30am and even put on gym shorts and running shoes. I wanted to be on my game for this day long adventure. At around 2pm I realized I had about 412 projects going and most of them were about 64% complete. Bed is stripped and sheets are in the dryer, shower is ready to scrub and dust bunnies are begging for mercy. Unless the bunnies can pay rent, I am evicting them and their friends.
At some point around 2:45 it dawns on me that I am not completing anything. DING, DING, DING… this sounds like low blood sugar. I test and realize I am at 62. Bingo – it all makes sense. I eat lunch, which I had neglected to do because I was so busy starting new projects. I take about 23 minutes and get back to my cleaning projects in hopes of completing at least a few of them.
I am happy to report that at 7:14pm, bed is made, both bathrooms are spotless, living room has been overhauled, dust bunnies have been defeated and you can eat off the kitchen floor. I also grilled on a gas grill for the first time by myself and still have both eyebrows. Woohoo.
Bathrooms Spotless – check
Clean Sheets – check
Floors Swept – check
Food Prepped – check
Grocery List – check
Laundry – check
Blood Sugar – 112