I woke up yesterday morning with more energy than I'd had in days, so I hopped to it. After church, Ms. P sat down to work on homework (three classes this semester!) while I commenced moving furniture.
One bookshelf cleaned out, its contents moved to the basement and it hauled to the second floor; one very heavy table hauled laboriously up the basement stairs to the office and reassembled; one desk un-drawered and moved across the room and re-drawered; and one computer disassembled and reassembled later, and we had two lovely workspaces, one for each of us.
But I wasn't done there. I vacuumed both floors of the house. I did all the laundry we had to do. I washed the kitchen floor, for heaven's sake. I even cleaned the litterbox.
In short, I was a machine yesterday. I wasn't sure whether it was truly a good idea or not, but today, while I am sore in unaccustomed places, I am far from wrecked. So, go body go!
My next trick is to deal with the piles and piles and piles of random paper and stuff that are now all over my desk. I want to implement the Getting Things Done system, but I'm kind of nervous about it, despite my being excited in equal measure. What if I Do It Wrong? What if my notebook gets messy?
There's something exciting about not only figuring out new routines and habits, but figuring out how to make them happen with the stuff that's already in the our lives. It's like Iron Chef, only with organization and housework.
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