Sadly, today is not one of those days. =(
Today, I am childish and whiny and (inwardly) complaining about all the stuff I have to do.
So, I have found a way to fool myself. (I know. I’m already delusional. No need to point it out.)
I call it the Fifteen Minute Day.
Here’s how it works:
I carry a timer around with me set to fifteen minutes and only work until it goes off.
I strip sheets off my bed and put the clean ones on. I carry the laundry basket downstairs and start the laundry. Did all that only take fifteen minutes? (I amaze myself.)
I carry my trusty timer into the kitchen with me and put dishes in the dishwasher and wipe down counters. Gosh! That didn’t even take fifteen minutes! I am indeed a domestic goddess!!
Then I set the timer again and head for the bathrooms. Both done in fifteen minutes! My family is sooo going to love me!
Living Room. Pick up and dust and even vacuum. Hey! That only took ten out of fifteen minutes! I really rock at this!! =D
My whiner-baby-inner-child now wants a break. I have, after all, been working for almost a whole hour. How about a fifteen minute reading break?
Now I’m starting to gain momentum and enjoying that veneer of self-esteem that comes from doing stuff you don’t want to do but makes you feel good after you’ve done it. In fact, I’m starting to feel a little superior.
I think I’ll just take a picture of my timer and go blog about this! What do you know? That only took fifteen minutes.
I think it’s almost time for a real reward. A Cuban cafécito sounds like just the thing.
"In the future, everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes." ~ Andy Warhol
Gotta go now. My fifteen minutes are up. 😉