Scratch that

How I started this entry:

“Title: Today is a good day

Entry: I don’t want to say “Today is a good day” as if I don’t have good days often. I do. Most of my days are good. But today, I got up with a purpose and a plan.

I started back on my all day laundry t”

That’s where I stopped. Why? Because that is where my boyfriend interrupted me to ask where I was on my laundry. I had one load of regular, everyday clothes, left to wash, but I put them back in the hamper for next week.

See, I have a plan.  Let me explain- I am no housekeeper. In fact, I am quite terrible at keeping a house clean. Our house isn’t “dirty” or gross or anything, you just might find some dog hair dust balls rolling across the floor, there’s usually dirty dishes around, and I have NEVER had all of my laundry washed at once. I am not a housekeeper!

I am, however, a goal setter/plan keeper. I’m not talking “New Year Resolution” here. I am just saying I recognized an area of my life that needs improvement so I intend on doing all I can to improve it.

My plan of action:

Monday-Thursday: 30 minutes a day cleaning (not counting laundry/dishes)

Saturday: 1 hour of cleaning (not counting laundry and dishes)

Friday & Sunday: Rest days

Dishes: Done every night before bed

Laundry: Done every Saturday OR Sunday, 1 work clothes load (that’s all I need, I wear scrubs), and AT LEAST 1 casual clothes load- Must be DONE and PUT AWAY before bed on Sunday night

So. He asks if I am done. I explain that I have 1 load left but I am waiting to do it next Saturday. He says I need to do it now. He says he wants ALL laundry done today and put up. I get it, I mean, yes. I do too. The thing is, if I do ALL of it now, I will burn out. I will start cramming clothes in drawers with no care. Nothing will be folded, nothing will be separated, and when I go to find something, I will just throw everything on the floor and forget it. Leaving it in a pile that will put is RIGHT BACK HERE in less than a month.

If I work at it slowly, methodically, I will put things away properly. Finding outfits will be easy. No more wasted laundry. I may even be able to thin out my wardrobe, which I desperately need to do.

So. I tell him I have a plan to organize my closet and that load will wait for next week. He says I don’t have a plan and I don’t organize anything. So here I sit, feeling let down by myself on something I never even had a chance to implement.

Today was going to be a good day. I was going to get these few laundry chores done, I was going to meet some friends for batting practice, I was going to meal prep, and I wasn’t going to have an anxiety meltdown at 1am worrying about the Monday to come. Who knows now. Who knows. All I can do is getting moving and hope I find my own light again.