“Pick out which shirts you want to wear sometime this week, and I will iron them,” I instructed my husband Chuck. “I’m just not sure I feel like ironing the whole pile.”
Chuck, knowing how much I despised ironing, pulled a few clean, but wrinkled shirts off the door hooks of his closet. “These will do,” he said.
I wound up ironing the whole pile after all — about a dozen shirts. I also dumped a large basket of clean clothes that I hadn’t gotten around to putting away yet, onto the bed, and found a few more items to iron from there.
The mindset of, “If I’m going to go to the trouble of bringing out the ironing board, heating up the iron, and knocking out a few shirts, I may as well make it worth my while,” wound up taking hold, and the task turned out to be somewhat therapeutic.
Sometimes, once you finally decide to tackle a project after much procrastination, you find that it benefits all just to go ahead and do the whole thing.
Last night’s soup dinner party left me with a piles of dishes — bowls, in particular, as we each used a different one for each type of soup. Borrowing from my ironing philosophy from two hours earlier, I started by simply emptying the dishwasher.
“Let me just put 25 dirty items in the dishwasher, and see if it makes a dent in this mess,” I challenged myself. In no time at all I lost count, and before you knew it, my kitchen was 95% clean.
Two dreaded chores out of the way, I am now eying a stack of November food magazines — Food Network, Bon Appétit, Food & Wine — that I haven’t gotten around to reading yet. There is half a bottle of chardonnay left over from last night as well. Hmmm, maybe if I just start with one magazine and a glass of wine….