It rained all day, yesterday. Since we couldn’t take our younglings to the zoo as we’d (poorly) planned, my husband and I made another fantastic decision: Let’s do some much-needed spring cleaning. Hooray. (Someone really needs to invent a sarcasm font.)
I am not a domestic goddess. My dad did teach me how to use a microwave. (Do not put anything metal in there!) My husband is the intuitive chef who whips things together instinctively in a symphony of palate pleasing flavors. When forced to cook a meal, I studiously slave over a recipe and painstakingly measure out each ingredient as it was written and then it still only has a fifty-fifty shot of not turning out disgusting. I cook when I have to, I clean when I have to. And I buy birthday cakes.
I. Do Not. Iron. Anything. That is what the dryer is for.
Needless to say, I wasn’t a big fan of our alternate plan. I would have preferred to spend the day reading or snuggling up to watch a movie or maybe even catching up on my writing. When all of our laboring was done and the house sparkled and the adolescent boy funk and lingering dog fart smell was gone, I had to admit that I did feel great about having accomplished a daunting task. Now we had time to enjoy the rest of our day…oh, no! By the time we were done with cleaning, it was almost 6:00pm. We didn’t have time for anything else really but making dinner (the husband cooked with supervised assistance from me) and then getting everyone started towards bedtime routines. Blah, blah, blah! Thank you daylight savings.
Of course, I wasn’t tired when I needed to go to bed because it felt too damned early. When my alarm went off this morning, I reached over to bitch-slap my snooze button, and found that all of my muscles had seized up during the night from spending the entire day before cleaning. Gah! Nice. Waking up exhausted and in pain – not ideal for starting the new week.
Strangely enough, I’ve already done more work this morning than many days last week. Last week was difficult. I think the second week of a challenge is always more difficult for some reason. The heady joy of starting something new has faded and the real work you’ve gotten yourself into is staring you down in your sobered-up face.
So here is the update on my #write motivation goals:
- Complete my novel revision – Progress made. I revised close to another 50 pages. I am on page 98 out of 324.
- Post two blog entries each week – Goal made. I posted three posts last week.
- Update my journal project and keep it current – Slow progress made, but progress made, nonetheless. I started updating January’s entries. I hope to catch up to February this next week.
How are you doing with your writing goals?