Something about Sunday afternoons just imply an afternoon spent doing nothing. Really, think about it. Say Sunday afternoon to yourself and immediately an image is conjured of sitting on a porch rocker drinking lemonade and watching birds at a feeder or children playing on a lawn.
But, then again, say Saturday, and the image is of recreation...bike rides, cookouts, shopping with friends.
And yet, one of those days needs to be laundry, vacuuming, and other such chores. I usually take Saturday as my day of rest. Now, what I'd like, what my goal is, is to get home from church, have a quick lunch, and then have all my chores done by 3ish so I still have some of a lazy Sunday afternoon.
It was about 10 after 4 when I sat down to write. We got home from church at about 12:40. In that time, this is what I got done:
--reheated pizza for lunch for me and nuked a hot dog for Toa of Boy
--reloaded the dishwasher (the Jedi unloaded it), cleaned the kitchen table, cleaned the sink, cleaned out the microwave
--threw the first load of laundry in the washer
--vacuumed the house
--sorted the rest of the laundry and had the kids sort theirs
--transferred the laundry, threw the next load in
--read a book with Toa of Boy
--cleaned out two of Sweetling's drawers (with her help)
--cleared off my desk (its somehow covered again anyway)
--picked up clutter in the living room (it was all mine)
--clipped all of this Sunday's coupons
--hung up the first load of laundry and transferred the rest
This is what I didn't get done, that I would have liked to:
--file the coupons
--clean the bathroom
--sweep the kitchen
--get Sweetling's school list for next week ready
So, what I'm realizing is that my list is too long to fit in a two hour period. Even if I jump up and down on it to try to squash it in, it doesn't fit.
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