All the cleaning really payed off.

So I woke up this morning and I was super glad that I had cleaned. So worth it. And I get a reward. Which is very nice because the house being nice and clean is really good enough of a reward for me. So double wammy.

I didn't go to church today. I feel bad about that. But after staying up till midnight cleaning and then going for an emergency Wendy's run at 1:30am only to find that they were closed -- needless to say I was in need of rest.

I was going to have some friends over tonight. But no one replied to my text message invitation. So I'm moving it to tomorrow. Maybe then someone will actually come. I did all this cleaning and it makes me feel the need to have a party -- only so my friends can mess it all up. Isn't that the right thing to do? I'll probably feel differently after the party, don't ya think?

So my youth pastor and his wife are in Capetown, South Africa for a week. Prayers for them.

I got my shower so that I could do something fun with my parents when they got home from church and errands. The minute they arrived home, they went to sleep. Or at least my mom did. My dad with join her any minute now. It's only a matter of time.

Well that's all for now. Good day.

Completion

I finally finished cleaning. Oh my goodness you have no idea. I did both levels and I am beat.
I did the vacuuming, the dusting, the laundry, the bathrooms, the bed making, the kitchen, and even washed the dog.

Now I can get my reward.

I need sleep.

Cleaning.

I've decided the thing I hate most when not in the mood is cleaning.
My mother tempted me tonight. She said that if I clean the house really good tonight then she will take me, buy me, or do whatever/wherever I want. Some may call that a reward. I'm considering it ridiculous. The whole time I'm cleaning all I'm thinking about is This really sucks. But I've got to keep doing it. Mom will do something really cool for me. Oh but this sucks so hard. OH BUT I HAVE TO GET MY REWARD! THIS IS TERRIBLE!

I've so far got the main level done and soon venturing to the dreaded upstairs. It's scary up there. It's a clean freaks horror movie. Heck, its an average clean persons' horror movie. Actually more like an X-rated movie for a clean freak... and a R-rated movie for an average clean person. Just so you get the technical description. I know you were dying for me to explain all that to you.

The more I sit here and blog, the less motivated I am becoming to clean the upstairs. What helps motivate me is to think Hmmm. I really could have a nice time in the bonus room upstairs if it were clean. I could blog and watch tv in a nice, peacful, clean enviorment if I could just get up there and clean it. Then I go upstairs and take a look, go back downstairs, sit on the couch, and try to remove the scary images from my mind. Some things stick with you for the rest of your life -- if they're horrifying enough.

Then I think, once more, about how rewarded I will be if I get everything clean.

THINK, FEAR, MOTIVATE, REPEAT.