Things I have done this weekend:
- Biked 10 miles
- Ran 10 miles
- Washed 4 loads of laundry (and folded 3 of them – one’s still in the dryer)
- Cleaned litter boxes
- Cooked dinner for the week (mmm, leftovers)
Things I haven’t done this weekend:
- Any other form of cleaning.
Guess the cats and I will have another week of living in squalor. I would say that I don’t know where the time goes, but then I look at that list. It’s not even 7:00 and I am exhausted. I will probably crawl into bed soon with a good book (and one of above mentioned cats).
How do people do it? I don’t even have a family to take care of (sorry, cats, you guys are family, but you require little care other than perpetual worship). And yet I feel like my to-do list just gets longer and longer.
Not that I’m complaining – I chose to spend my time working out and having fun this weekend and I don’t regret it for a minute. I’ll get the house cleaned up over the week and finish it up next weekend. I did the important stuff. I have clean clothes, clean bedding, food to eat, and dishes to eat off of.
But I am further impressed by people who manage to do all of this and then some.
And now, I am off to turn on what I deem my “lazy” alarm. With all the working out I did today, I’m giving myself tomorrow off, so I’m not getting up til 5:30. 30 extra glorious minutes of sleep. And I will enjoy every one of them.