I always have a to do list – as I’m sure most of us do – but somehow, I never seem to get to the bottom of that list. In fact, rarely do I make it
It has finally dawned on me why I seem to wake up, start my day, and then turn around to see that it’s suddenly bedtime. It’s all the little things that I have to do around the house to make it function properly.
This is a perfect example. This morning, I opened up the dishwasher, and I saw what my family had left for me.
When the dishwasher is turned on with dishes strewn about like this, inevitably one or two gets turned over, and ick gathers in it during the wash cycle. Other dishes quite simply don’t get cleaned.
And let’s not forget the dishes that don’t fit into the dishwasher and are instead sitting on the counter atop the dishwasher.
(On the plus side, they aren’t in the sink. I can’t stand touching dishes when they’ve been sitting in the sink. They gross me out, and my husband knows I refuse to do anything with them if he puts them in there. He’s slowly learning to avoid this.)
I sighed when I saw the mess. And then I spent the next fifteen minutes unloading and reloading the dishwasher into some semblance of order so that all the dishes would get clean. Note that even the dishes that “didn’t fit” are now neatly arranged in the dishwasher. Note, too, that there is even room for additional dishes. Huh.
And then after I redid the dishwasher, I found all the books that were strewn about the house and put them back on their appropriate shelves. Then I resorted the laundry (we have three hampers so each type of clothing can go into its appropriate hamper and I merely have to toss a full hamper into the washer – or so it happens in an ideal world). Next up was taking down all the Christmas decorations that my husband hadn’t noticed when volunteering for the job, digging out the Christmas boxes, and unpacking and repacking them so that all the forgotten decorations somehow fit. None of this was on my to do list, of course, but it all needed to be done so that there were no children crying when a certain book was “lost,” no white shirts that suddenly came out of the wash pink, and our house was fit for post-holiday entertaining.
I think it’s the life of moms that there is the perrenial to do list simply continues on. I have great faith that someday I’ll complete that to do list, but until then – if you’ll excuse me – I see some Legos on the rug here that are going to get eaten by a cat or lost if I don’t put them in the Lego bin soon.