The north side of my house this morning at 10:37 am:
The north side of my house three hours of scrubbing and the better part of a gallon of bleach later:
Hooray for elbow grease. And nice, comfy beds that beckon after a ridiculously exhausting day.
I never, ever would have said I am a procrastinator. Turns out, when I’m overwhelmed, I can’t even wrap my head around it and I find something else to do. Vacation at the end of the week? Camping equipment to sort through? Lists of meals and grocery shopping to do? Clothes to pack?
Perfect. I’ll scrub the house.
For the record, I scrubbed the front too. It didn’t have the north side grime going on, but it took just as long. Six hours later, I’m having some ice cream and going to bed.