Musing on cleaning t-shirts.
Mondays. The day of the week I look ahead and plan the next 5 days.
My alarm was set at 4:15.
I got up at 5:30.
And after sitting down, I realized how woefully behind I was.
Then my husband found these two t-shirt in the middle of his work shirts from the laundry.
I paid $4 for them to be professionally laundered.
The Magic one — a giveaway from a game — might have been worth it. The other — an Auburn shirt. please.
I just paid $2 to clean an Auburn t-shirt.
* I could have had a cup of coffee at Perk.
* Bought an impulse Coke Zero while waiting at Ingles checkout.
* Paid 2/13 for some new slippers. Since the dog has chewed up another pair.
* Rented a movie.
* Bought a large order of waffle fries at Chick-fil-A.
My husband said I’ll never change. I never stop feeling behind and taking t-shirts in a pile of dress shirts to the laundry.
This post could have gone two ways…honest or lie and inspire.
I chose both…without the lying part.
I need to become more organized though it goes against every (almost) cell in my body.
But I am seeing little bits of progress.
I already bought a chicken this to make homemade chicken-noodle soup (the BEST soup in world). So no running to fast food this crazy Monday night.
Into Atlanta today. So must go…so not late for class. I have a long histotry of showing up late for class.
Go figure.
