Housework Shmousework

Surely I am not the worst housekeeper, but I am far from the best. I'm continents, maybe worlds away from that. I have too much crap and no place to put it. I'd like to have organizing specialists come to my house and just do it for me. They would come in wearing white suits and by the time they're done, the suits would be dark and dingy but my house would sparkle and there would be a place for everything and everything in its place.

My mom is flying in today and I'm on whirlwind cleaning mode. Yes, I am currently procrastinating by blogging. However, when Mom is here, I won't have much time to blog, so I had to blog. (See how good I am at rationalizing? It's a very important part of procrastination.)

I also get bogged down in fairly useless areas while I clean instead of looking at the bigger picture. I was putting laundry away and found a few purses in my closet full of junk. I decided to clean out all of my purses and I did. Did the laundry get put away? Uh, no.

I am always overwhelmed by housework. It becomes this big dark storm cloud over my head and I just want to put up my umbrella and pretend it's not there. However, if I don't get started the people in white will come, but they will be here to help me save my sanity.

Suggestions, anyone? Yeah, I know... just do it.

(On a totally unrelated note, Buttons just asked if the embroidery picture of Dolly Parton from my previous post was me. Oh, the irony.)