Sunday, 6 March 2011

Hot Spots vs A Good Book

My hot spots are almost clear. They need some tweaking and I need to find homes for things and rejig other places to accomodate other stuff. One job is never one job, there are always (in my case and maybe yours) 3 other jobs that need to be done before the job in question can be done and then of course another 3 jobs after, that were created by the job in question. So it seems to take longer to do the job that originally planned. Of course not every job has 3 jobs before and 3 jobs after but it's never, ever just one job.
Washing - laundry needs to be sorted before making it to the washer, then moved to the dryer, then folded and put away.
Hoovering - stuff needs to picked up, moved before I can 'whip' the hoover round.

So it's no wonder I got bored yesterday with my hot spots. I cleared and rejigged the kitchen sides, but after that I was incredibly pissed off. Why? {TH}. He had wound me up so much and he hadn't said or done anything, that was the issue. While I had busied myself in the kitchen moving things round and cleaning the sides {TH} sat in the lounge playing Call Of Duty (COD). He did nothing, he didn't even pick up the mess he made when he knocked the ashtray over. Why should I work myself like a dog to get the house looking neat and tidy when he can't be bothered to do anything?
As he was playing COD it meant I couldn't watch TV unless I went and sat in the bedroom. The bedroom that is scruffy, untidy and full of washing waiting to be folded and put away. I struggle to get the sleep in there some nights as the mess is actually annoying the hell out of me, there was no way I was going to sit in there on a saturday night and watch TV. Also we pay a fair whack each month for our Sky TV package, but it isn't in the bedroom, only the lounge, freeview in comparison to sky is poopy! 

My dad sent a few books round a few weeks ago he thought I might enjoy reading. I haven't read a book in ages, the last one was Sophie Kinsella's Mini Shop-A-Holic. I did pick up The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo a few weeks ago with every intention of reading it, but I never and when my bookcase arrived it just went to live there with all the other books. So yesterday I grabbed the newest one sent over, it's called Sister and by Rosamund Lupton. I couldn't put it down. I read until about 11pm last night when my eyes could take no more and this morning after I made my cuppa I sat back down and carried on. I had to stop to feed the kidlets lunch and then my father in law turned up, but I have now finished it and loved it... Synopsis below
Nothing can break the bond between sisters ...When Beatrice gets a frantic call in the middle of Sunday lunch to say that her younger sister, Tess, is missing, she boards the first flight home to London. But as she learns about the circumstances surrounding her sister's disappearance, she is stunned to discover how little she actually knows of her sister's life - and unprepared for the terrifying truths she must now face. The police, Beatrice's fiance and even their mother accept they have lost Tess but Beatrice refuses to give up on her. So she embarks on a dangerous journey to discover the truth, no matter the cost.

Now at 5:30pm on a Sunday evening I have no desire to tackle the mess that is our bedroom, nor to fold the endless piles of washing, I have no desire to do anything! Yet if I don't, I know that tomorrow when I get back from dropping the kidlets off, it will still be here waiting for me, mocking me for not doing it before. The thing is I have to tackle part of it in order to find the kids uniforms so they can be ironed. Common sense would tell me that as I have to tackle some of it I may as well tackle all of it, yet the shear amount that needs to be done terrifies me. It's gone past being a quick 10 minute job and turned into a monsterous hour (if not longer) chore, one I wish I could shut the door on and ignore, or one that someone else will say 'don't worry I'll do it' however I know that isn't going to happen and I will have to face up to it, at some point, so why not now? Well I could think of lots of things I would rather be doing, like sitting here reading blogs about people who are organised and have neat and tidy homes, or curling up on the sofa with the dog and reading another book sent over by my dad, or perhaps just sitting and doing nothing. I'd pretty much do anything rather than tackle that washing. There is no escape though is there? It has to be done......I'll just finish my cuppa first though

1 comment:

  1. The answer to this come from FlyLady.
    Set a timer (watch/cooker?) for say 10 minutes and do that task for that time. When the timer goes off - stop.
    You may or may not be finished but it will be "better than it was" (my new mantra).
    If 10 mins seems to daunting for now set it up for 5 mins. Then reward yourself, tv proggie, pooter time, cuppa and a book, hot bath, mani/pedi...