I didn’t get dressed until 3pm today. Instead I decided to sort and work through the piles and baskets and bags and to clear the dirty surfaces that surround our house. I commiserated about this eternal dilemma while chatting with April about our shared burden. This made me incredibly happy. Not that we were both dealing with similar situations, but that I wasn’t alone in my “misery” and that she understood what I was going through. Ahh, a connection and a shared story makes it so much better. And of course while we were talking on the phone, I was busy sorting and folding and putting away piles of laundry. I’m sure she was doing the same thing at her house too.
I like when everything is in its place, but the troubling thing is that things don’t stay that way for long. Today I got through all the paperwork and bills, washed and folded all the laundry, and even scrubbed the stovetop for at least 20 minutes until it was squeaky clean, one of my least favorite jobs.
I vacuumed and washed the kitchen floor and the house feels peaceful again. I think it’s nice to have one day of the week to have an organized existence even if it only lasts for a few hours and takes a lot of work. It felt like a peaceful place and I lit a vanilla candle to celebrate the calm and order…that’s almost there, just as soon as I put away the laundry that was all sorted and folded!!
How are your piles and surfaces?