It used to be that I could get up in the morning, run to the grocery store with two little kids in tow, order a carpet cleaner, clean said broadloom while locking said kids in the backyard, and still have time to whip out the floor mats and give the car a little freshen up before returning the rental machine.
It certainly helps that I eventually removed all the carpets and now only have the ghastly "area" rugs to maintain, but that was a decorating decision more than a work avoidance gesture.
When recently asked "What do you DO all day??" I gently closed my gaping mouth to the audacity of the question and then proceeded to ream off the list. When said out loud, it turns out I do a fair bit, it just seems to take a lot longer and never ends up being as thorough.
Perhaps it's all about expectations. This is really my life mantra...that life and it's realities ARE all about expectations. I expect that when I set an hour aside to clean the main floor of the house, that indeed, in an hour, the task will be done. The reality is that within that hour there may be three or four phone calls, a few knocks on the door from local kiddies or a mail delivery, someone Skypes in via the internet or I spy out of the corner of my little eye something in the garden that needs to be tied up NOW. One hour later, and ............well you get the picture.
It has been suggested that when I work I pull out the phone. Can't do it, I have two kids living in Vancouver and Europe and many family and friends who are only connected to me via long distance telephone. Another suggestion is to make one hour and one hour only for those specific kinds of time-outs.
There doesn't seem to be a perfect way out of this dilemma. I was pretending that the cleaning lady was coming today and I was to be all ready for her. My friends have a cleaning lady named "Beatrice". I love that name and so when I clean my own digs, I call myself "Beatrice".
"B" will be mighty upset with me if I don't have things in order for her to start in half an hour. She can start the upstairs while I finish off the tidying of the main floor today.
I wonder if Beatrice could make the Professor a cake for his birthday today?