During the day, as my house gets messier and messier, I remind myself that I will have all night to clean. Bedtime is at 7, afterall.
Every spilled cup, dropped toy, thrown food, and emptied out bookshelf will be tidied once that glorious hour comes.
Don't worry, I tell myself as I look at the torn apart living room, once the kids are in bed you'll clean it in a jiffy.
The only problem is, I also save other things for after bedtime: Blogging, eating, resting, and reading. A few hours really doesn't give me enough time to adequately do all these things.
But, day after day, I keep to the same schedule. Putting myself in the same silly situation--being completely exhausted by the end of the day and having absolutely no desire to complete any of my tasks, only wanting to eat and lay down.
Now that I have simplified my life, I don't feel the need to put off the cleaning tasks until the kids are in bed. It's just a matter of doing it.
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