I needed to clean the living room. It had reached an embarrassing state, really.
Because I didn’t want to.
I knew I had to clean something, but I just couldn’t make myself go into the living room and start cleaning. It was overwhelming. So I decreed that I would put up all the clothes in the bedroom. I had them all folded in the laundry basket, but for some reason, I can never force myself to put them promptly into the drawers. (I’m a terrible housekeeper like that.) But I did put up all the clothes, and the results were so encouraging that I put up the blankets as well. And I tidied my little computer desk here. And I hung up my earrings that were left forlorn on the dresser. And I put up all the shoes. And before I knew it, the bedroom was all tidy. And I feel much better now.
The nice, clean kitchen fell to pieces in the meantime, but — maybe because the clean bedroom was so encouraging — Jonathan cleaned the kitchen again on his day off yesterday.
So, next time you feel like you NEED to clean a particular room, but you don’t want to, just go with your gut and clean what you want to clean. You might end up with a clean kitchen thrown in for free.
And if you want to just sit on the couch with your little sister and watch a movie and eat Chocolate Lush, that’s okay too. You can always clean tomorrow.