Callin' folks over for dinner will do it every time. Sometimes I look at the house and think, I need to feed people. Other than havin' parents visit, nothin will get me pickin' up faster than knowin' folks will be comin' over. That's my little "transformer". No longer a chore, it's all a part of gettin' ready for the celebration.
Shoes on the stairwell, laundry folded on the chair, sedentary fur-balls gone in a swoop.
I can look at a droopy flower arrangement for days and ponder when I'm gonna put it out of it's misery...until...I need a centerpiece.
Sweet inspiration, I know I set this stuff up...but it works for me. (Just don't look under anything or open a drawer.)