I'm really good at that--making mountains out of what should be simple tasks. FIRST OFF: I keep a shallow box on the passenger seat of my car to hold Kleenex, a roll of paper towels, hand sanitizer, a local phone book and a pen. Putting items in th box keeps them from constantly rolling or falling off the seat.
SO, I lifted up the box looking for a plastic bag and there were the remains of a cookie, crushed into a thousand crumbs the size of sand. How'd that cookie-or cookies get there? I don't eat in the car--if you do, first thing you know you've got ants. AArgh! I took everything off the seat and backed the car up close to the back door as possible, plugged up the vacuum with the nozzle attachment and soon cleaned up all the crumbs.
That worked so well, I decided to go ahead and vacuum the driver's and pasenger side floorboard, which meant moving the umbrella, the two large insulated bags, the windshield screen, the purse with stamps and notepaper, two flashlights (both with dead batteries I discovered) and bandaids and other supplies in it. Over an hour frittered away, initiated just by looking for a plastic bag.

Next day I looked in a closet for some bias tape. The brown paper bag where I had put some fabric paints was stuck to the floor. The fabric paint had leaked out and stuck the entire bottom of the bag like glue to the floor, plus had glued some of the other supplies into an unruly knot. AArgh! I couldn't clean it up without moving everything out of the closet which is in a tight space. I wanted to cry with frustration.
I tugged and moved stuff until I could work on the mess. You'd be surprised how much stuff you can cram into a small closet, you know what I mean?
I threw away everyhing, until only the bottom of the brown paper bag remained. Soap and water didn't budge that glued bag. I let it sit with a wet towel on top for 30 min. Then I got a long handled scraper that I had serendipitously bought several years ago and scraped and scraped until I got 98% of it cleaned off. Two hours from start to putting everything back in the closet. And all I was looking for was a piece of bias tape.

Couple of days later. I reached for a bag of onions I keep in the crisper of the frige. Well! Somebody had torn the bag open and when I grabbed it, onions and tons of papery onion skin dumped all over the kitchen floor. Moan from me. I lint rollered and vacuumed and cleaned like forever, then decided to go ahead and clean up the crispers. Moan again. I washed them out and wiped and took out withered carrots and jalapenos and other produce past its prime. All I wanted was an onion and it turned out to be an job of an hour and a half.

I'm scared to touch anything now. I refuse! Who knows what onerous task is waiting to be discovered next time!

susil