If my husband would just hire a maid for me, I wouldn’t have to worry. Since I don’t think he has plans for that anytime soon, I guess it’ll just have to be up to me. Why do they give these jobs to people who can’t do them? I mean, really. Wouldn’t it make more sense to make sure the candidate is qualified? I’m not sure I’ll ever be June Cleaver or Martha Stuart. Really, I don’t even aspire to be. They scare me.
- My desk is okay, it could use a touch up.
- The kitchen drawer has been maintained the best for some reason.
- My dining room table could also use about 5 minutes of TLC.
- The sideboard and Homeschool shelf I did last week are still sparkling (No. I didn’t move the picture and the sconces.)
I’m aware that’s only four weeks. I don’t want to talk about the fifth.
Today I’m tackling my kitchen. I timed it, too. It only took me 20 minutes!
In the spirit of honesty, take a look at that little towel (is that called a tea towel?) hanging there under the coffee cup shelf. It says Tuesday.
The last time I changed that towel was Tuesday January 22. (Did I just say that in front of everyone?) It’s a decoration! I haven’t been actually using the same towel since January. That would just be gross. And I’m not gross. Just
lazy busy with things that don’t involve decluttering.
Hush. I know it’s not as bad as taking the Christmas Tree down in July. (So that was the fifth. There. I said it. Are you happy?)
Those are mostly clean dishes that I didn’t put away.
I did my tackle early this week (EARLY–did you read that?!) so that I could be featured here (oh what was I thinking?!) I changed the little towel and now it says Saturday. Visit me in six months or so and I might change it again!