I Missed It!

Yep. I did. I knew it was coming but I didn't see it happen.

I've been putting off housework for a day or two now. I've done little things here and there but not much. I like to call it "maintaining a lived-in look." In reality, it's actually "living on the verge of catastrophe." This morning I could sense that it was close. I determined that I would devote my afternoon to cleaning. So, off I went with Garrett and Rachel to run our errands and get back in time for lunch. I was planning to settle everyone in for some quiet time and tend to the house while it was still a manageable mess.

I am too late.

I missed it. I missed the stage in between "lived-in" and "catastrophe." There is such a stage, right? Yeah, I'm beginning to doubt it myself.

So, here I sit with my feet up. My laundry hamper is empty. I have laundry on the bathroom floor. My bedroom floor. My rocking chair. The kid's floors. The worst part is that not all of this laundry is dirty. I just can't tell it apart anymore. There is not a room in the house that does not need the floor vacuumed or mopped. My sink is full, as is my dishwasher. I have paperwork from a number of different sources all waiting to be given a home. Waiting on the desk. The other desk. The counter. The half wall. None on the table though, that is actually clean...no, wait, that's where some of my groceries are still sitting waiting for their home.

I could go on and on. But it's making me tired.

So, what am I going to do about it?

I'm going to write.