I got a gold star sticker this morning.
Actually, it’s a crown. But still.
Last night I had my game, which meant 5 people over at the house. This usually means a pretty big mess to clean up– and I usually only get to it before the next game, 2 weeks later.
Well, last night I put away my D&D books (which was easy, because I cleared that shelf off a couple of weeks ago, so there’s just current gaming materials on it now). And I put away the mat, cleared off the glasses and empty soda cans, etc. I ran the dishwasher before going to bed. Oh, and I also cleaned up all the dog food on the floor after I dropped Hammer’s bowl while trying to feed him with 6 people in the kitchen, at least 3 of whom did not need to be there.
SIGH.
Anyway, this morning I got up and did my morning stuff, shower, dressed, etc. I went into the kitchen, fed the pets, and put away the dishes, threw away the left over food, and re-loaded the dishwasher.
Aside from a couple of pots and pans that need to be washed, you can’t tell that we had company last night.
I’m so damned proud of myself.
John was proud too. He gave me a gold crown sticker (Hallmark?) to wear on my chest today. I know it seems silly, but if making the house clean has no tangible rewards– silly or otherwise– then what’s the point? I mean, what’s going to motivate me? If I get a gold sticker every time I have a presentable house after a game, however… well, that’s something to aim for, isn’t it?
One tragic sacrifice: I didn’t get to practice this morning. I’m trying to decide if I should just bring my dulcimer to work and practice at lunch (but then would I keep it in the hot car or bring it to my cubicle?), or if I should plan instead to practice right when I get home, or if I should just get up 15 minutes earlier. I’m already trying to adjust my schedule to get to work at 9– so far, I’m able to make it here by 9:15 every day, but the adjustment is going gradually on account of me being a sleepyhead in the morning.
