It occurred to me today, as I was standing in my grime encrusted shower, that cleaning my house could be a full time job. And by that I mean 8 hours a day. With no pay but self satisfaction. It also occurred to me that I am not sufficiently motivated to keep my shower clean, or the rest of my house, for that matter. I just watched Julie & Julia on Netflix and I thought that perhaps, I could keep a record of my daily efforts. Just for accountability.
Maybe it will morph into some sort of journal, which is more than I do now.
So here is what I did today, and how long it took: Folded one load of laundry, rewashed the whites that sat in the washer for 3 days. Put the whites in the dryer. Cleaned the guinea pigs' cage and washed the blankets. Put away all the pig supplies. Picked up the basement floor of toys so I could vacuum all the pig poo and hay from the childrens' play area. But there were Lego bricks all over. I did not vacuum. But I emptied the vacuum cannister. Took out two bags of trash form the basement, and one from the kitchen. Took the recycling cardboard and cans to the bin in the garage. Folded and recycled the pizza boxes in the garage, including the one with week old pizza in it. Unloaded the dishwasher and loaded it with yesterday's leavings and this morning's egg pan and dishes. Filled two five gallon water containers with emergency water and stored them in the basement. Wiped down the counters. I started at about 9:30 and started making lunch at 12:30, so that is 3 hours. The sad thing is you can't tell I did anything! Especially in the basement.
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