This weekend was a lot busier than I expected it to be. I expected the 10am ballet lesson, the short visit to PLC Pet Show and then lunch yesterday with Rocco for Fathers Day. I had thought I’d spend Saturday afternoon finally doing and sorting the washing. I am really down about two things at the moment – the mess that has become the toy room AGAIN and the fact that I never ever get the laundry done. The same baskets of washed laundry have been on the floor in our bedroom for a month. It seems so stupid that there aren’t enough hours in the day to get it put away. After all, what do I do all day apart from sit at home? I should be able to get on top of the chores a little more. I could be doing some of the sorting now but I have to get Natasha in fifteen minutes and I know that I’ll feel like I never made a dent. When we get back I’m intending on at least sorting the clothes in the laundry and organising loads for tomorrow. Rocco put his clothes away before going to Melbourne this morning so at least that’s one less pile to work on.
Despite the efforts of both my parents I’m not a very good house keeper. So I’ve decided that starting Thursday I am going to have a plan of attack – a task or two I will do each day to make things easier. I’m using an incentive board/reward chart like I do for Natasha. I’m not sure what my incentive will be but I need to do something. I keep getting sidetracked watching Nicolas crawl around or watching TV. I need to record something in the bedroom so I can sort laundry. You’d think that with all the foxtel channels I’d be able to find something mindless to watch while I sort clothes. Either that I need to stop sleeping for three hours in the middle of the day when Nicolas does.
For the next three days Rocco’s in Melbourne so it will be all systems go once Natasha gets home. My plan is to let her jump on the trampoline while I hang out a load of washing. At least I got one load done today. Maybe if I do a load, dry it and put it away at least the piles in our room won’t get any bigger. Hopefully next Monday when I blog I’ll be in a better mood about this house. If I get laundry sorted this week I can tackle the toy room again next week.
Maybe then I’ll feel less like a failure.