I had a fantastic weekend with my family. Yes we were traveling with three teenagers and yes, we were all exhausted by Sunday and still chose to go to the zoo where there must have been some sort of convention for 3-year-olds, and yes, there were some trying moments, but I will choose to only remember the completely magical moments of seeing my favorite band ever in concert with my family. I’m now slightly more deaf than I was three days ago, but would I expect anything different from a Metallica concert?
Now I’m back home from pretending I’m a hot rockstar groupee rather than a middle-aged, slightly chubby mom of three and it’s time to organize a junk drawer for five whole minutes!
I like this five minute thing. I work fast because it’s like a race against the clock. And it’s over so fast that it doesn’t even seem like work. I get overwhelmed so quickly and easily that 5 minutes forces me to not overthink the whole idea and decide that I can never fix all the issues with our house by myself so I shut down completely only to accomplish absolutely nothing other than leveling up in my game on my phone.
Here’s the second drawer. It’s the first drawer’s neighbor.
Yes, that’s a rock. There was a damn rock in the kitchen. Also? Instead of paper clips this one has a hundred rubber bands. Why?!
After 5 minutes. Not a ton of progress but that’s ok. I’ll get there, 5 minutes at a time.