Last Sunday night, while laying in bed making my mental "do-it" list for the upcoming week, I was prioritizing the must do's, need to do, and want to do's in a way that makes work seem like play, and play, some how productive enough so that it could fall under the categorize of work. No matter how I mauled it over in my mind, rearranged the list from this to that, putting that before this, I settled on the fact that sometime work, is just that, work.
Continuing with my thoughts, the laundry room's cruel laugh kept echoing in the back of my mind. And because I feel your subconscious seeps thing into your awareness for a reason, no matter how small, I addressed the matter head on. One dramatic sigh, a restless toss, followed by an over exaggerated turn later, I interrupted Nate, on his way to slumber-ville, by declaring, "If I don't clean the laundry room by next Sunday at this time, I want you to punch me in the forehead." If he's eyes hadn't been closed, I can guarantee they would have been rolled.
The Laundry room:
It's the smallest room in the house, making it the easiest room to clean.
One of two main entrances into our home, making it justified to keep picked up.
The least childproofed room, with a quickly closing pocket door, making it easy to dismiss.
Always exploding with clutter, making it easily my nemesis.
Yesterday I tackled it. One bag of Jelly beans (found and eaten), 2 water filters, 5 screwdrivers, a set of walkie-talkies, a bag of bird seed, too many markers, 3 candles, 2 cell phone chargers, 1 cell phone (that doesn't belong to either charger), picture frames, cleaning supplies, and 2 pacifiers (fyi: my kids don't use pacifiers) were just some of the things on the 'catch all' counter. The closet was full of broomsticks, dog shampoos, swiffer sweepers, cloth rags, and somehow busting with an overwhelming amount of plastic grocery bags… did I mention I us reusable grocery bags when I shop? On the floor were scattered dirty clothes, an array of laundry baskets, that always have a 50/50 chance of being clean or dirty at any given time, gave the room an obstacle like challenge, a roll of christmas wrapping paper relaxing in one corner of the room, with a window view, and our deep wash tub, held dried stiff socks, from puddle jumping, fully clothed sprinkler runs, and 'I didn't me to get you wet' hose attacks…from last summer… yep, I know...
And because I try not to repress any out of the blue notions my mind conjures up, when the image of chop suey popped into my head, I was left with no other choice, than to give my magic eraser a rest, and hit the kitchen.
A basic chop suey, with sauted veggies and roasted garlic. And because I practice the art of, what the heart wants, the heart gets, this chop suey has roasted garlic.
I do love me some happy hearts.
The resented laundry room, is now clean, and the overwhelming satisfaction it brought with it, unexpected. This makes me question why I let the task build to be so daunting (self inflicted forehead punch threat or not). That repressed subconscious knows a thing or two, you know, showing glimpses of things needing to be addressed, nagging you to think it, until you stop resisting and make up your mind to just do it.
Though Sunday's effort was little, I feel your thoughts present themselves for a reason, and though I feel I've become dismissive, with the Think It, and it needs more attention paid, on transitioning to a Do.
And this morning my Think It screamed "Blueberry Muffins!!!" and I gladly did.
-3 cups flour -1 Tbs baking powder -2 cups sugar (I used less of course) -1/2 cup butter, cut up -2 Lg eggs -1 cup milk -1 tsp vanilla extract (I used more of course) -1 3/4 cups fresh blueberries (or frozen) -2 Tbs butter, melted-
- Combine flour, baking powder, and sugar in bowl; Use a pastry blender to cut in butter until mixture is crumbly - Reserve 1 cup of mixture & set aside- add eggs, milk, & vanilla to rest of mixture. Beat at medium speed with an electric mixer until smooth - Fold in blueberries - Pour batter into greased or lined muffin pan cups - Drizzle melted butter over reserved 1 cup sugar/flour mixture, stirring just slightly - Sprinkle over muffin batter - Bake @ 350 degrees for 20-25 minutes-
After all, I am a doer, doner, dider.