Tomorrow we embark on our Annual Hahn Summer Steubenville Vacation for another week spent by my lonesome while Mike talks Theology and prays-- not so awesome but tolerable since I will be staying at my parents'-- and to celebrate my little sister's nuptials- which is going to be bomb. So this morning I went against everything I believe in and actually made... wait for it... a To Do list so as to keep my self a little bit on track and get us out the door a little bit on time tomorrow morning.
So yes, I should be folding that load of laundry
|Why fold it when you can photograph it?|
And separating it into piles of clothes to put away and clothes to pack, but all three girls are peacefully asleep and I am scared to move a muscle for fear of waking them. Or I could be trying to take a nap, but I laid down and could not stop thinking about the things I should be doing but can't do because the girls are napping. Also I really don't want to move my body because of a morning of cleaning in Super Bust Out Mode.
What is Super Bust Out Mode (or SBOM) you ask? You asked.
You see, after I made said To Do list, I realized that I dropped the ball on getting the cleaning items done that I wanted to do before we leave for our trip. Like I should have started on the list at least a week ago in order to do them and do them well. Enter SBOM, which I have blogged about it before, and it is such a wonderful thing that I will go ahead and give it a second tribute. It was introduced to me by my sister, April, who shares many a middle child tendency with me, her fellow middle child sister. And here is how it works:
Choose a task, or tasks, that you need to accomplish.
Set a timer for an allotted about of time, say 25 minutes per task.
Go nuts. Super bust out nuts. Move as quickly as you can and just get it done.
DO NOT worry about the quality of the work you are doing, worry about getting it done in that time frame. Half-ass it, if you will.
"But I'm a type A perfectionist personality who likes things to be done well, nay, done perfectly, I could NEVER get into super bust out mode", you say? You said it. Maybe you are, but if it comes down to a thing getting done badly or not getting done at all, perhaps you could learn to be flexible on the level of perfection that is achieved on a given task.
For instance, the wall in our kitchen has had layers of food crusted on it for months and months, and this morning, I decided to SBOM it. It is much better. Is it perfectly clean? H-E-double-hockey-sticks NO, but it is better than it would be if I didn't do it at all.
You might be thinking "Wait, this is how I do things all the time, every day, with every chore." Or no, that's just what I was thinking. Because it is, as long as things are livable here than I am ok, they absolutely do not need to be perfect, especially in the realm of cleanliness. If I don't see it, than it doesn't bother me. And there are a lot of areas of this house that I just don't even touch, I don't even look at them, let alone SBOM them.
But then there are mornings like this one, where I realize that I would be not in this house for an extended period of time and that coming home to a basement shower that hadn't been wiped down for at least 6 months, no more like 8, by my mom, when Lucy was born and that might actually bother me after not being around it for so long. Coming home after an extended vacation is kind of like moving back into our house all over again for me and I see all the little things with eyes that haven't seen them for a while, I notice them and then they drive me crazy.
So this morning SBOM was imperative for a bunch of the stupid cleaning things that I never do, that I would rather do half-assedly than not do at all. And now that they are done, I can sit and write a lengthy, useless blog post about how I did them. Someone should really muzzle me.
Totally unrelated outtakes from an attempted photo session with Lucy and her cousin Leo, during their last play date while Mike's sister, Hannah and her husband Ben are living here in South Bend. This is our last day seeing them while they live here. Sniffle sniffle (times 100).
I hear little voices, back to the gr gr grind.