I didn't do several things at once, but used momentum to flow along from one task to another: washing a load of laundry, taking some recycling out to the main bins, taking some more recycling out to our personal bins, clearing out the trash from the bathrooms, cleaning the Queen Mother's toilet, sweeping the walls clear of cobwebs, and bringing a little more order to our recycling station.
I paced myself between tasks, taking breaks when I started to feel overwhelmed (from the Queen Mother's "helpful input"), and finding the wherewithal to do a little more.
As I cleaned, it occurred to me that mom and I might be seeing two completely different houses: where I see some clutter here and there between significant clear spaces, it's entirely possible that she sees the clutter first and foremost, and that's what takes up the most space in her perspective. This is something good to keep in mind - not to blow off cleaning altogether, but to realize her perspective is way different from mine, so when she starts up on one of her rants, I can choose NOT to Take It Personally, and make notes of what bothers her, and possibly take action on those notes.
As we head toward sunset on the West Coast, I am in my "happy place": with the Himalayan Salt Candle holding a tealight flickering away, Pandora streaming some relaxing music, and Pippa napping beside me in a ridiculously adorable pose. I feel like coloring a new mandala in, so I will pick one out, grab my pencils, and go to work. :)
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