Day One of the quest . . .

So far so good today . . . sort of.  I didn't start out with any kind of plan, other than to clean everything I saw and start putting Christmas stuff away.  I juiced 11 oranges for breakfast tomorrow.  Swiffered the kitchen floor (friends coming over tonite).  Did two loads of laundry. Saw crumbs on the counter behind my mixer, pulled it out and then frantically cleaned backsplash tiles from corner to behind the sink.  I get ont hese crazy rants with no rhyme or reason.  I think I need to figure out a plan.  I need a schedule to live by, like the old nursery rhyme . . .

Here We Ro 'Round the Mulberry Bush . . .

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush, The mulberry bush.

Here we go 'round the mulberry bush,

So early in the morning.

 

These are the chores we'll do this week,

Do this week, Do this week.

These are the chores we'll do this week,

So early every morning.

   

This is the way we wash our clothes,

Wash our clothes, Wash our clothes.

This is the way we wash our clothes,

So early Monday morning.

 

This is the way we iron our clothes,

Iron our clothes, Iron our clothes.

This is the way we iron our clothes,

So early Tuesday morning.

This is the way we scrub the floor,

Scrub the floor, Scrub the floor.

This is the way we scrub the floor,

So early Wednesday morning.

 

This is the way we mend our clothes,

Mend our clothes, Mend our clothes.

This is the way we mend our clothes,

So early Thursday morning.

  

This is the way we sweep the floor,

Sweep the floor, Sweep the floor.

This is the way we sweep the floor,

So early Friday morning.

 

This is the way we bake our bread,

Bake our bread, Bake our bread.

This is the way we bake our bread,

So early Saturday morning.

This is the way we get dressed up,

Get dressed up, Get dressed up.

This is the way we get dressed up,

So early Sunday morning.

We'll see what I can come up with that works.