Yesterday, I told myself if I was good and I got all my chores done I could go see Little Women tonight. I didn’t get all my chores done, but I’m going to the movie anyway, because dammit I’m an adult and I do what I want.
When I got home from work I set a timer for 20 minutes, ready to start the first of several 20/10 unf*cking cycles. I took out all of the trash and recycling. This required three trips to the dumpster. I emptied the dishwasher. I loaded it with the massive pile of dirty dishes that had been languishing in the sink, and washed by hand all the items that didn’t fit. I started the dishwasher.
And then the timer went off. It had only been 20 minutes.
I did my physical therapy exercises next. They’re substantial; generally it takes about an hour to get through them all. Then, I had my afternoon snack.
I was ready to get back to chores. I checked Tody to see what was on my list.
There were some quick tidying-up tasks I didn’t mind getting done, but vacuuming? Washing my sheets? Ugh that sounded like way too much work.
I decided to say f*ck it to the rest of the unf*cking. I can wait until the weekend to do it, like I usually do.
However, I didn’t feel good about sitting down and doing nothing with my evening. Thus, instead of making the skinnytaste turkey and white bean chili in the slow cooker today,I made it in the instant pot last night.
And then I relaxed and enjoyed the rest of my evening.
I wish I could say I have no regrets and I feel good about my decision, but I don’t. As I look around my living room, I’m thinking about how much nicer it would look and how much better I’d feel if I had vacuumed.
Maybe I’ll do it when I get home later, after the movie?
Nah. Probably not. 😉