I can’t seem to get anything done around here.

This morning as I finished up in the bathroom after my shower, I noticed the bathroom sink and mirror needed attention. I set out to get the rag to clean the mirror.

I got sidetracked. The rag hangs on the side of the fridge. The fridge is next to the laundry room. I started a load of laundry.

I rearranged under the futon and vacuumed under there to fit my new exercise mats.

I rearranged under my bed and vacuumed under there.

I went through my drawers and closet, purged a bunch of clothes that were just taking up space, and rearranged my closet.

I fed two kids lunch. I did reading lessons with two kids, math lessons with two kids, English lessons with two kids, and ate lunch.

I made supper prep plans. Swept the entire downstairs. Put babies down for naps. Switched laundry.

…and wrote a blog post. Because my bathroom is still dirty.

Some day, I’ll gain the focus my husband possesses for staying on task. It hasn’t happened yet.