This past Sunday I was superwoman.
I know this because David told me so.
When he arrived at the front door, I promptly directed him to the variety of things I had accomplished in his absence. The spot-treated floors, the bleached tub, the dusted shelves, the rearranged living room… The wiped-down spice rack! The sparkling oven! The organized junk drawers! I cleaned everything. There was not one tiny portion of my apartment left unturned. I even brushed the cats.
That last paragraph reads like a Dr. Seuss book if you do it just right. Go back and give it a try.
I don’t know what came over me. I woke up with a purpose, that was for certain. I decided I would stop putting aside all the things that were penting up frustration and rage in my soul. I made a conscious decision to hault the hellfire before the hellfire haulted me, and by golly, it was haulted. Dave was so impressed with my display of superwomanhood that he enlisted himself to clean the windows, which was fantastic because I don’t regard windows as part of the apartment. It alludes me altogether that one should even clean them.
At around 10:00, it occurred to me that I hadn’t yet made dinner, written my blog, or done anything, really, that I needed done. My driver’s license is set to expire, I have yet to order copies of the proofs I got from a photo shoot several weeks ago, and I have a pile of clothes that need mending, not to mention Dave’s favorite pair of jeans that suffered an epic green pen explosion that hasn’t magically removed itself yet. Then there’s my dad’s thesis that needs a bit of editing, my budget that needs whipped into shape, and a few thank you notes that still haven’t made it into the mail.
It appears that though I set out to clear my world of unnecessary stress, I really just cleaned the house. Granted, I cleaned it very, very well – but that doesn’t help the fact that I will not legally be able to drive in a few weeks if I don’t get my butt in gear with my to-do’s.
Perhaps when I get pulled over and asked for my license, I can instead show the officer pictures of my sparkling home.
So tonight I must set about the good intentions I had this past weekend. I have determined that success is contingent on a to-do list. So today I shall make a list and I shall conquer it. After all – a list of still-lingering to-do’s is a terrible way to start 25.
Regardless, it’s lovely to know I could eat my cake off the floor if I want to. ♣