“I’m bored” is a phrase that I have found myself uttering periodically to myself over the past 19 days as, until now, I had thought that I’d done everything under the sun to keep occupied during this unusual time: I video chatted to my heart’s content. I played hide and seek with my dog more times than I care to admit. I considered trying to achieve Tik Tok stardom. I rewatched all seven seasons of Gilmore Girls. I (tragically) gave myself a manicure and (even more tragic) pedicure. I taught myself four guitar chords. Essentially, I have successfully accomplished everything I can to avoid doing stuff that actually should get done when I’m at home.
Many of you might be in the same boat as me, having our dear friend procrastination (or, you know, good old anxiety) come in the way of achieving greatness—in this case, looking after our homes to the best of our abilities. As…
