Thank God it's Tuesday.
My schedule this week looks like this [starting with Sunday, so I can cross some things off]:
Sunday: Mow, trim weeds, sweep garage
- Monday: Vacuum,
dust, mop, clean sliding glass doors, change linens, take out trash
- Tuesday: Haircut, manicure, last-minute shopping
- Wednesday: Decorate mother-in-law's house, finish making party favors
- Thursday: Begin food prep, damp-mop floors, transport plates/cups/utensils
- Friday: Continue food prep, pick up flowers and fruit
- Saturday: Transport food, enjoy party, go out for dinner
- Sunday: Collapse in a heap of gratitude that everything went well
You'll note that not everything got done yesterday. I recently started following the Flylady plan again. Sort of. She does her 'house blessing' every Monday in 70 minutes, 10 minutes for each task. [I left out 'purge magazines,' because I do that regularly anyway.] It takes me an hour just to dust mop and damp-mop my floors, and I live in a three-bedroom, two-bath, ranch-style home. She must live in a dollhouse! And she certainly doesn't have dogs.
Anyway, it's raining this morning here, meaning the workout will be inside. [Oh, yes, I'm also working out every morning this week.] Today will be weight-training, the rowing machine and the treadmill, for a total of 80 minutes. At least that's what I'm shooting for. I've also tried to keep the evenings relatively free of tasks, because I need to relax, wind down and recharge to get ready for the next day. Oh, and I need to knit, too, which I will do tonight while watching House and Nip/Tuck, and tomorrow while watching the season premiere of The Biggest Loser. [The baby-boy sweater is almost finished – just one and a half sleeves and the sewing up to go.]
I'd never watched TBL until last January, when I started this year-long weight-loss program. I thought it might provide some extra motivation, and I have to say it delivered. I hope this season will do so, as well. It comes at the perfect Debbi-needs-motivation time. Anxiety-producing last-minute stuff is a given when you throw a party, unless you're Martha Stewart and have a staff to take care of the details. I've been known to make poor food choices when I'm teetering on the edge of emotional.