The Universe is trying to make me clean.

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So I was sitting outside on the deck this morning, watching my dogs chase anything that happened to move.  It’s rather dreary outside today but thankfully the temperature is cool, so I can open up the house and get some fresh air inside the house.  I sat there with my coffee and realized how nice outside it is supposed to be today, and how my hike in the state park was definitely meant for tomorrow.

I went inside for another cup of coffee, trying to be quiet as the rest of the house was still asleep.  Almost instantly I tripped over an overflowing laundry hamper and the kitten playing inside of it and cursed myself for not finishing the laundry yesterday.  I started pouring coffee and realized there were dishes that needed to be done after breakfast and listened to the weather lady predict rain on and off for the day.

By the time I had walked back outside with my coffee I had begun making a list of the chores that need to be completed today… just in time to get hit with a raindrop.

Alright nature!  I got it.  Today is for cleaning, tomorrow is for playing.  Ugh.  During the weekends, I tend to do the basic chores and enjoy the outside.  I do most of the big stuff after work lately so it makes it easy.  This past week at work has been pretty hellish (I’m training a new girl), and by the end of the day I’m both physically and mentally exhausted.  The last thing I feel like doing is sorting laundry (which by the way, folding small kids clothes could be right up there with waterboarding – we should try it on terrorists).  So all week I gave myself the excuse of “I’ll just fold that laundry later” and “Legos make a wonderful decoration on the floor and a great surprise at 2am”.

So while I was planning on blowing off the chores at least until later, Mother Nature made it that much easier to do them today.  I’m okay with that… I’d rather enjoy all of tomorrow’s beautiful weather instead of being interrupted by a small child’s mess and a trip to the grocery.

*sigh*  This growing up shit isn’t as awesome as I thought it would be.

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