Clutter. Mess. Junk. Dog hair. My house.
Today, my daughter came home from school and said, “You know mom, I’m not saying this to be mean, but I kinda thought now that you don’t have to go to work everyday, you would clean up the house.”
Well. I kinda thought that, too. There are so many things I enjoy doing more than cleaning. And this week, I’ve had the pleasure of several meetings. Cleaning has been fairly low on the priority list.
Besides attending meetings and trying to catch up on freelance projects that have been piling up, my little dog had to have surgery. She’s recovering nicely, but there was much stress and worry before the surgery.
This evening, I finally made time to wash the dishes. Not exactly earth-shaking, life-changing spring cleaning, but still a big difference in my kitchen. I also made my daughter take out the trash before she went on a date.
Sometimes it is absolutely amazing how much better you feel if you just do one small task. The idea of “cleaning the kitchen” was entirely too overwhelming to contemplate amid all the other bits and pieces of my life that need to be picked up and put back together in a pleasing pattern.
Washing the dishes was actually kind of relaxing. I stopped typing for a few minutes. The water was hot, there were suds and it was so easy to see the progress happening. Now when I need a spoon, all I have to do is get it out of the drawer.
It really is the little things. Tomorrow I may fold some laundry.