Bleach & taxes
It is spring and, as such, I'm well into my conditioning period with the pogo pony, preparing her (and myself) for the upcoming show season. I had a six mile trot/gallop planned today but it fell through when my riding partner came down sick. Pogo pony has just moved to a new barn and I don't know the trails, so I wasn't about to head out myself when only half her brain is intact and she's got no instincts to get us home.
Instead, I cleaned. I emptied and scrubbed the fridge, the freezer and all the kitchen cupboards. I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the floor, getting months of caked grime up from under the edge of the fridge & stove. I drug the boy to Lowes and picked up a set of metal shelves to act as temporary storage until he gets around to finishing our walk in closet. I unpacked all the "not 100% necessary" boxes of clothes unto said selves and folded everything in the house. I did laundry. I cleaned the bedroom. Next, litter pans and vacuuming.
Of course, what I SHOULD be doing is my taxes. But there is still more dust in the house and I will win. Just see if it don't.
Instead, I cleaned. I emptied and scrubbed the fridge, the freezer and all the kitchen cupboards. I got down on my hands and knees and scrubbed the floor, getting months of caked grime up from under the edge of the fridge & stove. I drug the boy to Lowes and picked up a set of metal shelves to act as temporary storage until he gets around to finishing our walk in closet. I unpacked all the "not 100% necessary" boxes of clothes unto said selves and folded everything in the house. I did laundry. I cleaned the bedroom. Next, litter pans and vacuuming.
Of course, what I SHOULD be doing is my taxes. But there is still more dust in the house and I will win. Just see if it don't.