The Queen of Undone Things
I suffer from Undone-ness. It is a quirk, a habit, dare I say, a disease from which I have no cure...except to expect more from myself (a concept I stole from Grethen Rubin's, The Happiness Project).
Dirty clothes reside in a heap, a mound...a mountain on my bedroom floor. Sometimes even the clean, folded, freshly-scented ones do too. Then there are the papers. Stacks of scribbles, artwork from the kids, notices, letters and dreaded bills. It's clutter, and it clouds my focus and hinders my steps, literally and figuratively. The question is, "How do we bust it?"
I imagine donning a 1950's apron atop a dress adorned with poodles and music notes, black high heels, my son's swimming goggles a toad-shade of green, and grabbing my husband's powerful blowing machine, flipping the switch and sending all that clutter away...more of a blowing than a busting, but I think it could work.
Or I could just get to the business of doing what it takes to organize my life. Expecting more from yourself is difficult when you are an impatient and spontaneous person like me. One task leads to another, and the next thing I know I've got a full tank of laundry water in the washing machine, without any clothes it. Ooops.
Expect more from myself. It's a concept I'm not quite done pondering, another task undone. Well, I guess it's good to be the Queen of something, right?
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