My kids are cleaning up their playroom. It takes them hours of milling around to do ten minutes' good hard work. But, they are learning to focus you know. It's all about breaking it down into pieces. So now I take a picture of the crime scene and then we compare when the timer goes off ten minutes later. Works like a charm. Nobody can argue with concrete evidence. There's a reason why before and after photos are so motivating. We can see progress. It used to be that they would work hard, come and get me, and I would still see the same old junk that had been driving ME crazy as I stumbled through on the way to the treadmill. I couldn't tell they had picked anything up. We were all frustrated and about to become gremlins. We broke it down, and we've been consistent. You know what? It's made it easier. Yesterday, some of the comments made a lot of sense. Well, all of them did really, but these relate directly to what I'm pondering today. ...
The life of a train wrecked woman, trying to get back on track.