This is a new record for me, and I risk jinxing myself by writing it down here, but I’m going to go ahead and give myself a pat on the silly head. We have been in our new place for a full month now, and I have made my bed and cleaned my kitchen every day of it. That means I have done the full wipe down, and if anything other than a drinking glass or stirring spoon was left out of the dishwasher, I washed it by hand. As I’ve said before, I know housekeeping comes easily to some, but I am one of those who finds it mystifying and exhausting. And you know what? I am exhausted.
I suppose the plus is that on the weekends, I’m not looking around going, “Argh…I should really clean up this mess.” There isn’t a mess. Granted, I still have a few things to put away from our trip, and I haven’t figured out “homes” for another handful of items, but it’s clean in here, and I am wearily proud of myself.
Part of it is that I finally feel at home, and I want to keep it looking good. Part of it is that I have more time in the mornings, with Thor’s school schedule and my work schedule. Part of it is that B is committed to doing more to keep his end up. And, part of it is that Thor is old enough to self-contain his own tendency to string and strew.
Whatever the reasons, now I know I can do it.
If I could only learn to cook…