I woke up today and there are definitely signs of a struggle. Leftover dishes in the sink. Crumbs on the floor. Laundry that never quite made it to closets and drawers, all spread across the kitchen table. The thing is, I was up til 10:30 last night (that's late for me), scrambling to leave the house clean, so I could wake up and feel good about the day before me. I know myself. When I wake up to a mess, I feel a mess inside. Unable to focus... already behind... frustrated. So I really strive to leave things in order before I go to bed. Thought I did that last night, but nope, guess I didn't follow through. I do that a lot, apparently. Just spinning my wheels out here, y'all. Oh well. I'm letting myself off the hook. I cleaned a lot yesterday. Scrubbing and waxing the hardwood floors. Vacuuming rugs. Cleaning the counters extra good (especially that mouse poop that got behind the coffee pot). I did 500 loads of laundry. Used a sanitizing wipe to clean the poopo...
A contradictory slew of rambling...