I'm convinced that "done" means different things to different people at different times. When my neighbor is "done" cleaning her kitchen it is because there isn't a speck of ANYTHING to be found (even behind a closed cupboard door). When I am "done" cleaning MY kitchen it is either because A - I am going to go CRAZY if I waste even ONE more second in a place that is getting progressively DIRTIER!
B - I have TOTALLY run out of TIME and need to go tread water (if that) somewhere else...
D - OR "that's IT! I quit! I am DONE!"
and yes, I should probably include an E - ALL of the above on this too.
I don't ever get it in such great working order that there is nothing else that I can even dig up to do!
Laundry - same thing. I decided that in order to preserve the pathetic excuse for "sanity" that I cling to by my very raw finger tips sometimes - I would have to change my idea of "done". I crave the feeling of finishing something - even more is the desire to have something "done", if you will, that won't be "undone" in a matter of minutes - but that is a different rant... so in my desire to finish something that can never really BE finished I changed my idea of "finishing" or being "done". Now, instead of being "done" when all of my laundry has been pre-treated, washed, dried, folded, and carefully placed in perfectly organized closets with a smile, I change my expectations and decided to be "done" when I have TWO loads washed, dried, and crammed into baskets behind closed bedroom doors (preferably NOT mine) - or (some days) to get ONE load in the washer AT ALL - or my favorite - to RE-wash the load that has been sitting in the washer going funky for three days! And in this perverted way, I find satisfaction in what I am able to get "done".
Well, at least sometimes I do...
Laundry and Life - how are they so interchangeable?
