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.