The following is adapted from a spam email received from a friend.
Javamom and Javadad were watching the news on tv when Javamom said, ‘I’m tired, and it’s getting late. I think I’ll go to bed’.
On the way through the house to her bedroom she passed through the living room where she picked up two toys, lined up the boots on the shoe tray by the hallway, and made a mental note to sweep or vacuum the dog hair tomorrow.
Passing through the kitchen, she set down the toys on the table so she could fill the kettle with water, put coffee into the Bodum french press, get a bottle of milk ready for the baby and put it back in the fridge, and wipe up some wet spots on the counter. She then picked up the toys from the table, and quietly tiptoed into the boy’s room. She placed the toys in their designate spots on the shelf, tucked the boy in some more, gave him a kiss, and visually assured herself that his clothes are still laid out and ready for tomorrow the way she had prepared them earlier.
On the way to her bedroom, she detoured through the hallway to get to the bathroom. She bent down to straighten the mat by the back door, folded the dog towel that was crumbled by the wall, and made the second mental note to vacuum or sweep up the dog hair.
Finally in the bathroom she placed her Neutrogena facial cleanser near the sink and picked a fresh face towel to use after cleansing her face. She made the third mental note, this time to wash a load of towels, tied her hair back, and washed her face. As she reached for the towel to dry her face, she glanced in the mirror and noticed spots and smears on it. She bent down to pick up the Windex, realized there was no paper towels left, went out into the kitchen to get the paper towels from there, stopped by the pantry door to write down “paper towels” on the grocery list, went back into the bathroom and cleaned the mirror. She also realized the glass shelf was spotty and continued wiping it too. Then she used the already used paper towel and wiped the toilet seat before throwing the used paper towel in the waste basket. She made the next mental note to get a new bag for the waste basket tomorrow and washed her hands. Realizing the liquid soap was almost empty she reached down below to find the container of soap, filled up the pump. She then moisturized her face, brushed her hair, turned off the light and went into the bedroom.
In the bedroom she quietly changed into her pjs, placed her clothes in the hamper in the closet, took out some fresh clothes for tomorrow and placed them on her chair, and glanced into the crib to see if the baby was covered properly.
As she climbed into her bed, she heard Javadad walk from the living room to the bathroom, and less than a minute later he joined her in the bedroom to go to bed.
It amazed her that it was possible to walk through the entire house without stopping, focusing simply on achieving the ultimate goal – to go to bed.