Maybe I've achieved a tiny bit of wisdom in my old age. Used to, I'd plan what I wanted to accomplish in one day and set way too high a goal for myself. Now I'm learning to be a bit more realistic.
Today's plan was to pull out the washer (which is in the kitchen, along with the dryer), clean out behind it, wash the walls, the ceiling above it, and sweep off the old vent above the washer that's the old house attic fan. The grate on it gets nasty with fuzz, and makes me unhappy. Then I touched-up the light green wall paint and the white trim. Fourth son helped me out and it was done in about an hour and a half. Much better. One corner all finished. Tomorrow we'll get behind the stove, dryer and fridge. I'm figuring about 2 hours or so for that. There'll be less grime since we do that more often, and so it'll be faster.
Anyway, small goals are so sensible. I'm older and require tiny breaks while doing these chores, but the end result is so fresh. And the kids won't go to my mom's this week, which will be a huge help in keeping up the rhythm.
End of summer cleaning. So rewarding. When we begin school, I'll feel like I've set a plan in motion and kept it and that goes far in making me feel good about myself.
