As I was driving to work on Thursday morning, feeling down about having to go to work, I started thinking about why I was unhappy. I thought back to when the alarm first went off that morning for my husband and my half asleep alarm reached over and found the ‘off’ button. At that moment, it felt so good to just curl back up under the sheets and zone out for another few hours.
But, once I finally forced myself out of bed, I was so disheartened about my day. I quickly jumped in the shower and briefly debated whether or not to wash my hair. Even if I did wash it, I'd still just put some gel in it and leave it half-way wet and curly for work. Pony-tail it was on Thursday...a common look for me nowadays. Then, after glancing at the huge piles of laundry on the bedroom floor, I got lucky and had a clean pair of work pants left in the dresser drawer. Walking the same path to the spare room to turn on the iron, I thought, "Man...one day, I'm really going to get my act together and iron my clothes the night before."
After ironing my clothes and getting dressed, I quickly brushed my teeth. How sickening it is that I got an awesome electric toothbrush for christmas and can't even find the time to use it until it times out at 2 minutes. I always shut it off at a little over one minute, because at this hour, every minute counts when I've got to get to work.
Finding my shoes became a big deal until I finally found them in the family room, just tossed in the middle of the floor. Then, I rushed to let the doggies outside and splashed a bowl of water down and filled their food bowls. Finally, I made the mad-dash out the door to head to work.
For some reason, the radio was off when I started up the car. Normally, I have some music going at all times. Strange how no radio had such a powerful force on me Thursday morning.
I really got to thinking about how I hated running around in the morning, not being organized for my day and always procrastinating. I thought that if I could just do one load of laundry a night to get caught up, I'd feel so much better. From there, I thought about my dis-like of last-minute ironing, so I decided to start this list. I figured it couldn't be that hard to do a few things every day for just seven small days. Who'd it hurt? Nobody, right? Well, I decided to start this on Monday and go through next Sunday. I figured my struggles are with the work-week, so why not start this experiment on Monday, bloody Monday.
I'd love it if some of you joined along and shared your List of Seven!
- one load of laundry a day
- pre-select & iron clothes the night before
- make the bed
- do exercises on days i don't walk with Luis & my parents
- wash and dry hair everyday
- put lotion on feet every night
- eat well (stick with weightwatcher points)
