Little Things

Since school ended, Ryanne has been off playing with her mom or her friends, leaving me over a week of time to catch up on little things. Some of those things have been waiting for more than twenty years, like painting the front door. Others are annual tasks like pressure washing the deck. Mostly though, the little things are day to day stuff that usually gets put off. Vacuuming or washing the kitchen floor. Not important, but it nags at me if I don't keep up with it.
The only reason it gets put off is because I am not a schedule-keeper. I try to be. If only I would spend fifteen minutes a day (like Jerry does) in organizing some little thing, my life would be much less confusing. As it is, when I get some free time I feel obligated using it to clean all the bathrooms at the same time- and cleaning them from top to bottom. That turns a small task into a major event.
Or washing windows. Inside, not out because I hire someone to do that. Or straightening the work bench in the garage. You get what I mean. If I just put the screwdriver back where they belonged after I used them, then Jerry wouldn't feel justified in hiding them from me.
But the nicest thing about having all this time on my hands is that no task seems so pressing that I can't put it off. Like washing the kitchen floor, which always make me wonder if my floor was clean enough to eat off of, would I?
Nancy Sherer