I’ve been on a kick for setting mini-goals. Right before the new year I wanted to see if I could post every day for two weeks which quickly evolved into a month. At the end of the month I thought, “well let’s just see how far we can go with this?” I cleared another month with hardly a thought. (Which yes, I admit, does sum up most of my posts, but since I figured there was so little content to begin with it would be fun to find out just how far I could go with quantity.)
This week I decided that each morning when I awoke and came downstairs the toys would be picked up from the living room floor, and the kitchen clean — not even dishes drying in the sink clean, but CLEAN. The problem is that the cleaning faeries are the laziest bunch of creatures I’ve ever met so I have to do it all myself before I go to bed! Last night it was 10:30 before I went upstairs to have a shower and go to bed.
Mind you, that’s because I was doing dishes during the commercials of 24. This, my friends, is exactly why I haven’t set any exercise goals yet.