“Self, I’m really tired tonight. I went through the emotional wringer with my sister, I just ate for the first time in nine hours, and I want to collapse into bed and call it a day.”
“But you haven’t Unfucked anything yet.”
“… Seriously? Did you not just hear how stressful this night has been?”
“Come on. Just 10 minutes, remember? You blogged about how that wasn’t too intimidating.”
“I was wrong. 10 minutes is forever.”
“OK, how about this. You’ve got those two bags left from vacation to unpack. Just do those, and lay out your lunch for tomorrow.”
“Fine. But I’m not going to like it!”
….
Two bags, lunch, tomorrows outfit, tomorrow’s breakfast, and the giant earring pile on top of my nightstand later (also, approximately 10 minutes total):
“Self, I hate it when you’re right. Not only was it not that hard, but I got into a groove and kept going. And now my living room looks much better, I’m ready for tomorrow, and I kind of wish I had taken Before/After pictures. … Don’t gloat, it’s not seemly.”
*pointed-not-gloating*
THE END (for now).
