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Yesterday was the '5-minute room rescue', which... I... I don't know. Today you add 15 minute decluttering (which today is throwing out trash), and now I have to do 2 minute, 5 minutes , and 15 minutes... It seems just working for 22 minutes would be better. I know, I know, we're supposed to break it down so it doesn't get overwhelming, but I don't have that much free time in my day to break it up. Today I got home at 4:45 (stopped to get dinner), ate, tried to take the dog for a walk (she didn't want to go, there's supposed to be a storm tonight), had 15 minutes before I had to leave for class (had to change), got home at 7:40, watched Top Gear at 8 with my husband (quality time!) and at 9 finally have 'free time' (not really, I'm surfing the internet, and need to watch some NCIS before I go to bed because the DVDs are already overdue at the library). Mondays are not a good day. I'd rather not stress myself out today trying to stuff in some cleaning and just work for an hour tomorrow.
I can tell you one thing - I am NOT getting up early to clean. I'm sorry, but I'm not a morning person, and it's all I can do to haul my carcass out the door in time to show up to work. From rolling out of bed to pulling out of the garage is sometimes as little as 15 minutes for me, and that includes taking out the dog. A day I get sucked into my e-mail before I leave might bump it up to 25 minutes, and that would probably include eating some cereal.
And it's not that I don't want to be a morning person. I've tried! I've tried to like mornings. I've been getting up early for... well, as long as I can remember. In college I had 7 am classes and working the 6 am Saturday shift and I've been working at 7 am for the last 12 years... and I still have a massively hard time getting out of bed. Scratch that - it's more than just getting up. It's waking up. For me, the line between asleep and awake is wide and fuzzy and confusing. I'm not rational when I first wake up. I can't think. I once woke up to the phone ringing and could not remember how to answer it. I'm confused, disoriented, and frankly, getting up in time might be the least of my worries. One of the very few things that will propel me out of bed vaguely on time is when someone is really counting on me to be somewhere. And even then, I'm lucky if I'm really on time.
Anyway, I'm not sure how well an 'every day is the same' routine will work for me, because every day is not the same. Some days I have a lot more free time. Some days I have very little, and I learned awhile ago that you really can't be go-go-go-go all the time. Yes, I have a few minutes here and there between things I have to do, but, honestly, I need those times to just sit down and catch my breath. Yes, it's just 2 minutes. I should be able to do it. But then it's just 5 more minutes, and just 15 more minutes, and just another 5 minutes, and just another two minutes and sod it all I'd really rather just block off 30 minutes and get something real accomplished.
And I don't really know that I can do today's task, which is to spend 15 minutes gathering up trash. Do people really have that much trash sitting about their house? I mean, I suppose I could empty the trash cans, but I don't think that's what she means. I have trash cans in every room, and I really try to make sure that trash goes directly into them. My desk right now, while it does have a hair tie, some nail polish, and a pair of sewing scissors on it, is devoid of trash. Because I have a trash can at my feet.
Pfff, I'm grumpy. But I said I'd give it an honest effort, and to that end I pledge to walk myself into the bedroom and tidy up through one episode of NCIS (about 44 minutes, I think). That should make up for the missed cleanings thus far today. Oh, and I'll take the nail polish and hair tie into the bathroom on my way.
I can tell you one thing - I am NOT getting up early to clean. I'm sorry, but I'm not a morning person, and it's all I can do to haul my carcass out the door in time to show up to work. From rolling out of bed to pulling out of the garage is sometimes as little as 15 minutes for me, and that includes taking out the dog. A day I get sucked into my e-mail before I leave might bump it up to 25 minutes, and that would probably include eating some cereal.
And it's not that I don't want to be a morning person. I've tried! I've tried to like mornings. I've been getting up early for... well, as long as I can remember. In college I had 7 am classes and working the 6 am Saturday shift and I've been working at 7 am for the last 12 years... and I still have a massively hard time getting out of bed. Scratch that - it's more than just getting up. It's waking up. For me, the line between asleep and awake is wide and fuzzy and confusing. I'm not rational when I first wake up. I can't think. I once woke up to the phone ringing and could not remember how to answer it. I'm confused, disoriented, and frankly, getting up in time might be the least of my worries. One of the very few things that will propel me out of bed vaguely on time is when someone is really counting on me to be somewhere. And even then, I'm lucky if I'm really on time.
Anyway, I'm not sure how well an 'every day is the same' routine will work for me, because every day is not the same. Some days I have a lot more free time. Some days I have very little, and I learned awhile ago that you really can't be go-go-go-go all the time. Yes, I have a few minutes here and there between things I have to do, but, honestly, I need those times to just sit down and catch my breath. Yes, it's just 2 minutes. I should be able to do it. But then it's just 5 more minutes, and just 15 more minutes, and just another 5 minutes, and just another two minutes and sod it all I'd really rather just block off 30 minutes and get something real accomplished.
And I don't really know that I can do today's task, which is to spend 15 minutes gathering up trash. Do people really have that much trash sitting about their house? I mean, I suppose I could empty the trash cans, but I don't think that's what she means. I have trash cans in every room, and I really try to make sure that trash goes directly into them. My desk right now, while it does have a hair tie, some nail polish, and a pair of sewing scissors on it, is devoid of trash. Because I have a trash can at my feet.
Pfff, I'm grumpy. But I said I'd give it an honest effort, and to that end I pledge to walk myself into the bedroom and tidy up through one episode of NCIS (about 44 minutes, I think). That should make up for the missed cleanings thus far today. Oh, and I'll take the nail polish and hair tie into the bathroom on my way.
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