This past week, I think I’ve been a little bit like Toad of the Frog and Toad books.

And this house is a mess.

I haven’t felt very well.  Like Toad, all I wanted to do was crawl back in bed for a nap and “do it all tomorrow.” I didn’t even write a to-do list!

The problem with tomorrow is that in terms of house work, it will never get any easier.

 Tomorrow there will be more dishes than there are today.

Tomorrow the laundry won’t have gone anywhere and will still need to be folded. It will still take the same amount of time.

Tomorrow the weeds in the garden will only be bigger weeds. And knowing weeds, there’ll probably be twice as many.

Tomorrow the menu won’t write its self any faster than it will today.

Tomorrow dusting and vacuuming will take just as much time and energy.

Tomorrow I’ll still have to scrub the shower and wash that shower curtain.

Tomorrow, I’m still going to have to do it all, and putting it off doesn’t change that.

Today, I woke up to discover my headache has finally vanished. I don’t feel quite so much like taking a nap as I did yesterday, but I don’t feel like cleaning the house either. 

Looking about at the left-over piles of laundry (that I didn’t finish the other night), and the dishes from yesterday and this morning, and the books that didn’t get picked up from the last time Shayla and I had an extended story time, I thought of what Toad would have said if this was his house: if I do it all today, I won’t have to do it tomorrow, will I?

Well, probably.  That’s the nature of actually, you know, living in a house.

But tonight, I aim to have my to-do list checked off. That’ll mean a clean house (thank goodness for small houses!) a clean fridge, a menu plan for the weekend and lots of computer work checked off the list. 
It’s going to feel good.

And tomorrow? Maybe I’ll take a nap. I guess we’ll see.