I get motivated by seeing progress I've already made, because then I want more.
I had a blast on Saturday and didn't stay home at all, and on Sunday I was out half the day so I still hadn't gotten much done.
I high-tailed it Sunday afternoon, though, 'cause my kitchen floor was a wreck, and I spent an hour or so scrubbing that thing, like Cinderella, with bleach and steel wool.
Today the last thing I did at the office before leaving was this 'cause I'm not feeling too hot, but nevertheless here I am, running the carpet cleaner in the living room and bedroom because the kitchen floor looks so doggoned good that I want the other floors to be equally clean.
It's crazy, eh?
I'm also very motivated by the fact that my new neighbor who lives in the apartment below me works second shift, so this is the perfect time of day to get things done. He's a nice guy, and we get along great, and I never want to run cleaning machines when he's home sleeping, so my wanting to be considerate of him keeps me plugging away and doing housework even when I ordinarily wouldn't feel like doing it.