It took longer than expected, but I managed to get all of my filing done. Everything is sorted and neatly labeled and organized (using methods that only make sense to me and meth-addicted leprechauns.)
This was the single chore left over from when I moved into the house two years ago, and it has been growing to terrifying proportions. I feel exhausted and triumphant and more than a little embarrassed that I let things go for so long.
Harley is thrilled to have it over and done with because he hated the sound of the stapler. I feel bad that the dogs didn’t get to have any fun this weekend because I was gone for so long yesterday and the rest of the weekend I’ve been busy. They’ll feel better tomorrow. Going to Grandmom’s house always makes them happy, and not just because she gives them special treats. They really do love my parents.
Although I got the filing done and the bulk of the mess cleaned up, there are plenty of 15-minute tasks to keep me busy all week. I’ve been doing great with keeping my chain alive, but I was running out of cleaning tasks small enough to finish them in 15-minutes. Not any more!
Now, my filing is done, my bills are paid and the house looks reasonably clean. Nothing left to do but get to bed…. right after I play my Facebook games, of course.
I love the feeling you get after everything is organized. Like you, I wonder why it takes me so long to "get at it"!
In my case, it's 90% procrastination and 10% laziness. The longer I let things go, the worse they get, and I just get paralyzed just thinking about the scope of the task.