My morning began like any other: drinking coffee and looking at my messy house. Usually by the second cup I feel motivated to clean. Sometimes during a spurt of energy I’ll get one thing done. But I know I have to juggle two dilemmas: 1) Morning is the best time to clean: more energy, more motivation 2) Mornings are the best time to write: clearer thinking, no distractions.
Whatever I choose (writing usually wins) guilt will follow. Now since I’m having company next week I decided to risk muddy afternoon thinking and clean in the morning. Then I saw it. Dust art. My daughter used the dust on the TV screen as her canvas for her art … and the coffee table and everywhere else she found she could make finger designs in inch thick household particle waste.
Now what kind of horrible mother would I be to wipe away her hard work? Not me. I’ll clean the bathroom instead. But wait. The mirrors still have her writings from when she drew in the steam. Can’t clean that either. Oh well. Guess it’s a write day.
Unrelated topic: It may come to a big surprise to some that I didn’t win the three sentence pitch contest. She chose 11 winners and nine runners up. That’s 20 people (out of 21???) who didn’t screw up in their first sentence—not that I’m still kicking myself.