Christmas is over (I think Will had a great time but was a wee bit over stimulated) and it's back to the old grind. Except that I am lacking of motivation to start my house wifely duties back at full swing. This time of year we get so caught up in the shopping and visiting and wrapping and what that the normal stuff has to wait a while. Like the Mt. Vesuvius of laundry just waiting to explode in the basement. My house hasn't gone the way of "Clean House," but the vacuuming has to be done, dishes are waiting for me, and frankly, I'd rather do crossword puzzles.
Why do I find it so difficult to get myself motivated to clean? Maybe it's because at the core of me, I don't think it's what I was meant to be doing at this moment. But it IS where I am, and somehow I've got to be the very best that I can be at that task that I've been handed. Just maybe tomorrow . . .