Well I just spent the past two days at my parent's house. I love that every once and awhile I can just pack up the kids and go visit for a couple days. It feels like I'm going on holidays when I'm over there, maybe because for nearly 15 years I wasn't at my parents’ house unless I was on vacation.
It was also nice to avoid the inevitable task of cleaning up my house. I know it has to be done and I know that I can’t stand it NOT being done. Although rare, once and awhile my lack of motivation wins over my OCD and I just can’t bring myself to the task (usually during my monthly Mother Nature hostile take-over). This morning I found myself feeling a bit better, a bit more refreshed and after having some help with the progeny I was ready to get home and swab the decks.
Therefore this is a short blub but not due to laziness, quite the opposite. It’s because I have the inclination to get my house to acceptable standards and I should harness the feeling while it stays with me.
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