I don't know about you, but sometimes I hate to-do lists. They just remind me of what I'm not getting done. After a week of seeing "clean toilets" on my job list, I could about puke. (Okay, so maybe it's not the list that's causing me to wretch.)
Today there was no more putting it off. The house (and toilets) needed immediate attention. But instead of making a to-do list, I just dug in and got started. I put my favorite classic rock CDs in the stereo and turned up the volumn. In about an hour and a half the house was sparkling.
Feeling great about what I'd accomplished, I decided to write an "it's-done" list -- an inventory of all the tasks I accomplished. It went something like this:
unloaded/loaded the dishwasher
emptied and re-lined the kitchen, bathroom, office and laundry room garbages
cleaned both upstairs toilets
cleaned both bathroom sinks and countertops
scrubbed the master bathroom shower
scoured the kitchen sink
polished all the upstairs mirrors
cleaned both sides of the window on the patio door
shook all the upstairs rugs (6) -- vacuumed them too
swept the hardwood and bathroom tile
vacuumed the stairs
vacuumed all the upstairs carpet (including my closet)
Whew! Now when my kids complain about the jobs they have to do I can pull out my "it's done" list and say, "Oh yeah! Well look at all the work I did. Quit your bellyaching!" And when my husband asks me what I did today, I'll actually have an answer.
And hey, who knows what tomorrow's "it's-done" list will say. Maybe something like:
read 100 pages in Gone with the Wind
took the dog on a looooong walk
visited with my grandma
filed some magazine clippings
took a little nap
thought about making supper
decided to let everyone forage for themselves.