I am horrible at this. Just horrible. I started out with good intentions, but I let the idea of writing each day slip to the back of my mind as I deal with the day-to-day. Even now, as I write this, my mind is whirring with the things I have to get done before I go to work at 5. Sweep and mop the kitchen floor, scoop the kitty litter, put away the laundry, call the doctor, clean the bathrooms, and basically restore sanity to the entire house. Over the weekend, Dana and I work the same shifts and so when we're home, we spend time together. Therefore, the house falls victim to chaos. Right now, there's a table set up in the middle of my living room, waiting for Dana to come home and make Christmas candy. Slippers and dog toys are strewn across the floor, bottles of water sit forgotten on the end tables, and baskets of laundry are just begging for attention. I honestly don't know where to begin.
It's strange. I like the idea of cleaning. I like the process of cleaning. I like the feeling of accomplishment I get once I'm finished cleaning and the house smells good and sparkles. It's the getting started I have trouble with. I was very leery of opening my laptop, because I get sucked into the wonderful world of distractions. I swear I only logged on to get my daily writing done, since I've so badly neglected it. But I'm sure this will lead to downloading a couple songs, checking my email, and browsing my regular sites. And before I know it, hours will have passed and it will be time to get ready for work.
My poor house, poor Dana, poor peace of mind. I'm too easily distracted some days to play house wife, I tell ya.
Anyway, I'm gonna wrap this up. Wish me luck with the housework!