These days I seem to stay perpetually behind on all the little things. At day’s end, it’s not the mammoth tasks that lie undone, but a predictable pile of small things I’ve neglected – freshly laundered clothes forgotten on the bed and the morning coffee grinds waiting to be discarded.
Pre-motherhood, I was a keeper and lover of lists. I had one for everything. I have long since been broken of this habit since I prefer a writing utensil that is neither sticky or wrapped in Crayola paper. On a recent outing, I discovered 8×10 magnetic photo frames, perfectly sized for displaying a week’s worth of predictable two-minute to-do’s and dinner menus (and a few blank spaces each day for the inevitable extras). I keep a few dry erase markers handy to check things off. The list wipes clean on Sunday evening.
If a task is once begun
Never leave it till it’s done ;
Be the labor great or small,
Do it well or not at all.