It was something I used to have until we decided to add that third kid to our family, although that may debatable to those closest to me.
We started our family in an 800 square foot home. Cleaning it was a breeze, even with two children. Since we planned to have a third, we moved into a slightly larger home. I finally reached a point that if I wanted to spend quality time with my favorite people, some things had to be left for later.
Life continued, and I acquired some bad habits.
Eventually, we moved to Georgia. It was rather easy to pack up what we really wanted, while purging the unnecessary. Even though we ended up moving stuff that is still sitting in boxes almost 8 years later, I think we did pretty well. Purging the contents of those boxes is another project which will eventually have to be addressed.
And then—my motivation, desire, interest, and caring went right out the window to be replaced by the ravages of depression and grief. I should be a master at bouncing back from life altering events, because I’ve had enough experience in that area. Instead, I have become a master procrastinator.
Over the years, I’ve tried making lists, and many other creative ways to organize my chaos.
Distraction is my nemesis.
Lists overwhelm me. My response to that revelation, was to do nothing but the bare minimum. I’m tired of spinning my wheels and getting nowhere.
Because I’m a visual type of person, I came up with a system which lasted longer than any list has.
I made little tags with the daily, weekly, and monthly chores I had to accomplish. When I completed a task, the tag was removed.
I broke my visual prompts down to one day at a time. This was accomplished by displaying the tags of the chores which I believed could accomplish that day, and placing them on our kitchen island. The goal was to clear off the island before dinner.
The bonus was that The Wee One would see them, and help me out. Of course, his motivation was more allowance, but the island was cleared that way.
And life goes on. I had to adjust to more life altering experiences. The tags became more crap for the drawer, that will eventually have to be cleaned out.
Recently, I found an app for organizing daily chores. So, I sorted out all my tags by daily, weekly, monthly, and those whopper jobs. I set my app up accordingly. Each time I finish a task, I receive a gold star! clapping Who wouldn’t love a little gold star? Yippie! Does this mean I never matured beyond childhood? Oh, who cares.
Simple tactic, but it appears to be working. The goal is to receive all the gold stars for the entire day of chores–I’m still being distracted, and don’t finish everything yet. I’m going have a celebration when I have a full gold star day!
I have found some motivation. Where it came from? No clue. I have a couple of theories, but it doesn’t matter because I’m going to take advantage of it while it lasts.
Am I going to make a tutorial for you to follow my tips? Nope. I probably lost most of you after the first paragraph.