Just being really forthright here--
I finally cleaned today. I didn't do top-to-bottom whole-house cleaning. But I took care of some stuff that I had been procrastinating for the last few weeks. (Not an exaggeration.)
Which means I:
emptied milk-chunk out of sippee cups
laboriously scraped dried frosting off of several dishes
unloaded the dishwasher, loaded it full, then washed the remaining forty minutes of dishes
swept (This was disgusting. I have not swept for....hm.....uh. I can't remember. That's BAD.)
vacuumed (This was satisfying.)
wiped down counters
and lastly, which was HUGE for me:
I cleared the desk of all papers, and actually sorted the papers into Trash, File, and Pay Attention.
My reward is a somewhat more clear conscience, a sore mid-back, tired dry eyes, lurking worry about waking up in the morning, resignation to the fact that it will all be undone eventually, and contentment--contentment when I look around my livingroom and kitchen and see what I've done tonight.
I could make excuses like, oh, say, August 2009 was the busiest month of my life. But I know that the root of it all is my persistent procrastinating self! My only real excuse is lack of motivation!
So. Not too important. Certainly not my most impressive post. But I thought it might be nice for the rest of you procrastinators out there to know you're not alone. ;)