...but I don't want to!

Monday mornings have been a problem for me for years.  When I was a kid, Mondays usually started with me, scrunched up in my school bus seat, No. 2 Ticonderoga furiously scribbling out the answers to homework assignment that I was supposed to have finished over the weekend.  When my kids were kids, Monday meant cleaning up all the fun we had had on Saturday.

You might think things would be a little better now that it's just my husband and I here.  This morning I woke up, like it or not, to Saturday's fun and Sunday's relaxation spread all over the house and piled high on the kitchen counter.  In case you were wondering, I don't like it.  So, I find myself, sweating in my flannel PJ's, and scraping Scalloped Potato slime off my best 9" X 13" stoneware pan, which I left soaking about thirty hours ago.

Beside my regular spot on the living room sofa, a lovely cross-stitch project calls to me.  Oh, how I want to pick it up and celebrate its beauty with ever increasing forms created with needle and colorful thread!  But, no. The dishes won't do themselves, and nobody else will, either.

...but I don't wanna clean the house!  Who the heck am I talking to? I am whining at my higher self, and she must discipline me the same way I disciplined my kids when they used to tell me the same thing.  I had (and still have) really good kids, but that didn't stop them from saying, "I don't want to _________." Fill in the blank with whatever undesirable job you wish.

I would always answer them, "I'm sure you don't.  About 90% of my life is filled with stuff I don't want to do"  Too bad for all of us, eh?

I'm pretty sure I'm not alone in my Monday morning whining.  So, friends, I will rise from here, set a timer for twenty minutes and work on that 90%.  Then I will reset it and do a little bit of the 10%.  Eventually my higher self will win, and my house will be in order.