Amazing how one event can send your whole life into a tizzy.
Our sweet puggy Jack (the one photographed a few posts back) died a week ago yesterday and I am just now starting to get back on track. I cannot even begin to explain how attached we all were to him, and how hard it has been.
One look at my house, though, will tell you how rough it has been.
I decided yesterday that it was time to get it back in order but was definitely awakened to the fact that this will take longer than a day of motivation. I am so overwhelmed and at that point where I kind of want to just light a match.
Being that torching the joint isnt an option, I have to perservere. One room at a time, as energy allows. It is also like 100 degrees outside, which makes me incredibly lazy. I honestly just want to lay down and sleep all day.
But I wont. I will keep moving until it is done. One load of laundry, load of dishes, toilet scrubbing, and cobweb sweeping at a time. When I lose motivation, I go back to something I have finished and remind myself that it not only can be done, but that it makes me feel so get when it is completed.
Have you ever found yourself drowning in housework? How do you motivate yourself?