"Sauntering" is not in my vocabulary.

Yesterday, Chip and I had a very productive (albeit) busy day cleaning and rearranging the house. We keep quite a tidy home, but it came the time to start really throwing out the crap we've collected and don't need or want. We're also getting in several new pieces of furniture and wanted to remove the older pieces and rearrange what we are keeping so it works with the new furniture. Anyway, if anyone knows me, I'm a bit of a micro-manager when it comes to delegating tasks. I do, admittedly, bang my proverbial "drum" to get things done quickly and efficiently. Yes. I'm a task master.

So, with that being said, I was under the gun as far as time. I awoke at 9am, and got to cleaning, due to the fact that by noon, I had to get my work done for my job. With several hours of impeding job-related duties ahead, I wanted to get the cleaning out as soon as possible. And then Chip woke up and decided to help...

He's a good little cleaner, don't get me wrong. But he tends to stray from the task at hand, or find something he hasn't seen in months and sort through it (as if he'll ever actually remember that he has it a few months from now) and I'm running around picking up things, throwing them away, going through closets and drawers--clearly harried for time. Yes, I want it done, and I want it done now.

So I stop, breathe and ask him if he wants to go to Starbucks for a coffee and breakfast before we start deep cleaning. Yes, he replies. As we're down the street waiting for our coffee, he regales me that the day is "World Sauntering Day," which he explains is:

World Sauntering Day is an annual holiday celebrated on the 19th of June each year. The purpose is to remind us to take it easy, smell the roses, and enjoy life as opposed to rushing through it. It is also sometimes referred to as International Sauntering Day.

In my hurried state, thinking of the cleaning still left to do, and the work I have to start in less than an hour, I'm not not sure this is entirely possible for me to deal with at the moment. I start pushing him out the Starbucks to get back to the house and ask him why he's being such a slowpoke. And of course, in Chip like fashion, he says, "Well, that's because I'm sauntering today." In which, I reply, "Well I don't have time for that shit. Saunter some other time, we got shit to do."

So much for sauntering day, but the house is as clean as a whistle. Good job, Cosbys.