Chore day

What is it about chores that make me revert back to being a 13 year old? I always hated "chore day" when I was a teen. I thought of it as a medieval torture device my parents used on me. Do the dishes, clean your room, scrub the toilet, it was murderous the tasks I was assigned. I would drag my feet and get distracted doing other stuff trying my hardest to avoid the inevitable. In my opinion chore day is what gave me the A.D.D., I have self diagnosis myself with. It never fails I'll start cleaning and I'll find something to side track myself with. Even today - I took half a day off so I could pick up my house because we're going out of town this weekend for our anniversary (YAY US! 6 YEARS!) - I have this "thing" about having a clean house before I leave on a trip - this too is my mothers fault. And, yet here I sit blogging to you - to avoid cleaning.
I have found a technique that helps me clean. It involves at LEAST 2 cans of GO GIRL (which I highly recommend to one and all - male or female - super good with vodka or Bacardi mixed in), my Ipod filled with my ‘get psyched mix’ and being alone. Each of these are important qualifiers to getting my tasks done.
The GO GIRL's give me so much energy that sitting around isn't really a choice. In fact if you could see me right now you'd see why - I am typing faster than I ever have before and bouncing my leg as if trying to keep the beat to a record of the Chipmunks set on high speed. Whenever I drink GO GIRLS, Rick calls this me getting stoned - only because I do get all jazzed up and I talk really really fast!
My ‘get psyched mix’ on my Ipod is also very important of my cleaning. Without it I have to have the TV on and that will cause me to sit down and get interested in something, for examply my favorite teeny bopper reality shows on MTV that I have DVR'd and that Rick refuses to watch (hmmmm...speaking of which I have a few new episodes waiting for me now). Give me some 80’s rock, popular hip hop and the best of Garth and I’ll have this place shining in now time while, the neighbor may NOT appreciate my singing along it really helps me (and besides that F my neighbor the old hag who lets Willow go – ergh)!
The last part while, I know sounds funny, is true I clean much better alone than when Rick is home. I don’t want you to think for a minute that he’s not helpful – he’s actually better at this than me. However when he's here, I want to spend time with him. I get diverted from cleaning the bedroom if he's cleaning the kitchen, I would rather be in there with him. Then I pester him to stop so we can play! So if he's not here, I can zip around and get it done so that when he is here, we can be together!
Now that I have successfully wasted about 15 minutes and my fingers hurt from the speed of typing I think I should set off the start cleaning! It's 4:27 now (yes, I know - I got off work at 1:00 - but I had to find a hotel on line for this weekend, and then I was IM'ing Taylor, and emailing Rick and looking at things to do in SF and before I knew it 4:30 - see how easy I get distracted and how well I make excuses!). So now I go to clean before Rick gets home at 5:30! Watch out scrubbing bubbles - here I COME!!