Oh goodness. Have you ever decided to do one thing and then find out that you need to do several things to DO that one thing?
I wanted to put my mountain bike downstairs for the winter. Or at least for these subzero days. So the first thing I had to do was make sure I had a good spot. At first I just pushed a few things around in the little basement. Then it got serious.
I got out the shopvac along with a broom after rearranging things. I moved the fall and spring stuff to the bottom of the pile and moved the Christmas stuff to the top. I rearranged the gear hanging on the hooks. I made a mental note as to which items were no longer needed.
I vacuumed, I swept, and I went at it with a purpose.
Hubby stopped me as I came back upstairs and said, "I'm hungry. When's lunch?" I gave him the death stare and said, "I don't stop until the bike is downstairs."
He huffed and he puffed but...
knew better than to try and stop me.
When a woman is on a mission, no man can stand in her way! Or...he shouldn't!
In order to carry the bike safely down, I needed to take everything off the stairs that I'd dropped there because it was more convenient than putting it away.
Now I took the time to put everything in its place and clean the shelves that I put it on. I took inventory of the items on the shelves and put the older canned goods in front and the newer ones in back.
I stacked put the distilled water on the bottom shelf in the order it should be used and faced the labels of other goods so a glance would be all I needed to grab something.
I eventually came back up to get the bike.
Hubby: "I'm hungry."
Me. Another look. "Then you make lunch."
Big sigh. I explained that if I didn't get it done then, I'd put it off.
I wheeled the bike to the door and took it down. The storage area now looked nice and clean except for the cobwebs in between the rafters. I reached for the shopvac and stopped. I guess those webs could wait for my next burst of energy.
That was the start of my day. I was in that sort of mood to organize, clean up, and rearrange.
I even got the chair out its usual place and set it in the living room.
It is waiting for me too....
Charlie begged...
When you are on a mission, the adrenaline pumps in and you can get so much done. Can't wait to see your Christmas chair. Stay warm. Lori
ReplyDeleteThe chair will happen, I'm just giving it a bit more time this year.
DeleteThis is called the But First Syndrome! Good for you for seeing it through.
ReplyDeleteHaha! I love that!
DeleteYour name is woman, I hear you roar.
ReplyDeleteYes, we can be a force to reckon with!
DeleteYou were on a mission and no one starved to death!
ReplyDeleteNaw, I didn't think an extra 30 minutes would kill him.
DeleteOne thing leads to another. As for lunch, now I feel quite smug. I make lunch every day in our house, including picnic lunches when we go out for the day. I shall feel quite saintly for the rest of the year!
ReplyDeleteGreat! Come to our house and make lunches! LOL!
Delete:) I need a cook! ;)
In order to do this, I have to do that (and that, and that) = my daily life struggles. Great job sticking to your guns, when on fire.
ReplyDeleteYes, when on a mission, stay on the mission. Interrupt woman at your own peril.
ReplyDeleteYou are just a hoot. I love reading your posts. What a woman!
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