Cleaning when one has a short attention span makes keeping up with necessary housekeeping rather complicated. I tend to start one job, get distracted and find myself in another room, starting another job that'll probably get half done before I move on.
I awoke with a sinus headache this morning so I'm taking it slow while I wait for my medication to kick in. That may help or hinder my progress. It's hard to tell right now.
Anyway, I started by making the bed in the guest room. I had to wash all the blankets after the littlest one spent the night and was a little peeved that David took a nap back there and didn't bother to make the bed first. No explanation is needed, I'm sure, for needing to wash the blankets.
Next, I carried the trash from the guest bathroom into the kitchen and stuffed it into the compactor. While there I grabbed the glass cleaner from under the kitchen sink, returned to the bathroom and cleaned the mirror.
I walked back across the other side of the house to my bathroom, grabbed the trash can for emptying, noticed I needed to replenish the toilet paper rolls, took the trash to the kitchen, left the can and traipsed back to the guest bath for toilet paper, grabbed the can and returned to my bathroom.
Passing my bedroom to get to the bathroom I remembered I needed to do something with all the wound care supplies the home health nurses left behind after I didn't need them. I set the trash can back in its place and pondered where to store all the leftovers. I emptied a spare storage container in the cabinet above the toilet that contained numerous types of pill holders we don't use, stuffed the supplies in there and dumped the pill holders in an already full bottom drawer under the sink. I vow to give them away, but we all know I won't.
Crossing back to the other side of the house, I poked my head in the office and saw David had stacked the games the kiddos and I played this weekend on the cedar chest and left a blanket and pillow in there too. I have to put the games up since no one else knows my system. It's a very delicate balanced game fitting all the games in there so the door on the closet will close. I decided it was break time.
What better way to spend my break than by streaming 'Green Acres.' I never get tired of that show. They sure don't make them like that anymore and I miss their innocence. 'Petticoat Junction' is another favorite.
Now that my break is over, I guess I'll get the games back in the game closet. Just thinking about it makes me tired. Why couldn't I have been born rich then I could have this stuff done for me?