Housekeeping

Wednesday was one of those days, one of those work all day and come home and work some more days that draw me into my own little vortex of I-work-so-hard grievance, all cranky and huffy and put-upon. It took me 15 minutes just to get out off the base and then another 30 minutes on Connecticut from Jones Bridge to Randolph (IYKYK) so I would have been cranky already but I was really cranky because I had so many things to do, so much food to cook and laundry to wash and dry and fold and compulsive housecleaning to do. And I had to call our old lady to get her shopping list, too. Why me? I have to do everything around here! Sheesh.  

I hung up my coat and washed my water bottle and thought about each chore that I had to do, ranking them in order, the most odious to the least; and then I project-managed my way through a plan to work through my rank-ordered list and just get shit done. And yes I’m aware that I could have finished at least one and maybe two of these chores in the time it took me to rank them by relative odiousness and then plan out a whole PMP-certified Gantt chart timeline but then I’d be a whole other person and you wouldn’t be reading this. 

Long story short (yes, I’m aware that it’s too late), that totally worked. Not only did I get everything done in record time if records existed and they should, but my mood improved and my perspective returned and I was clearly able to see that I’m actually not the most overworked working mother in the whole world and that my life is actually pretty easy, relatively speaking. And relatively speaking is all we have, right?