Ok, I need to come clean and let you all in on a little secret. I must warn you, it’s a little kooky. It’s something I embarrassingly do at least once a day…sometimes twice…ok, three times max.
It is what my husband has named “Fifteen Minutes Of Fury.” (You have to picture it being said all dramatic and echoey, like the introduction for some badass wrestler.)
When my house gets cluttered and nutty (which is most of the time), I set the timer (usually for 15 minutes, hence the name) and then I run around my house as fast as I can seeing how much I can get done before the timer goes off. I told you, kooky. It’s sort of like a game, a little challenge that I happen to find kind of fun. What can I say? I’m a bit dorky like that. Some of my favorite scenes in movies are the makeover montages where people paint a house or clean something. Love. It.
The first time Mike experienced The Fury we were still dating. I don’t think he quite knew what to make of me as he sat on the couch watching me run around my apartment like a nut, timer ticking away. That’s when he named it “Fifteen Minutes Of Fury.” Instead of scaring him off, he found it oddly adorable. It makes me think of the Friends episode when Chandler discovers that Monica has a secret messy closet and she’s all embarrassed and he tells her, “I don’t love you because you’re organized, I love you in spite of that.”
Anyway, it became a thing in our house. A verb. “To Fury,” as in “This place is getting out of control, we need to Fury.” I’m a lucky girl that I found a man who indulges my idiosyncrasies and will even Fury with me now and again, or when he’s watching Annabelle, call out to me the time remaining on the clock so I know how fast I need to go. Love. It’s the little things.
Now, I know it sounds silly, but humor me and give it a go. You won’t be disappointed. It really is amazing how much you can get done in a short amount of time if you really focus. Plus, it makes mundane tasks like folding laundry or emptying the dishwasher or putting away Annabelle’s toys, kind of fun. And the best part is it gives me a concrete amount of time to get something done with full permission to stop when the timer goes off. When I’m feeling super energetic (or when my house has gotten doubly out of control), I set the timer for 30 minutes. And then…watch out!