I wasn’t looking forward to today because it is the first day of band camp. I like having Ches around, and knowing he’ll be gone all day every day just isn’t my idea of fun. I woke up this morning and walked downstairs. The kitchen and living room are clean. No clutter, (almost) no dirty dishes, no trash waiting to be taken out. The floors have been vacuumed. The shelves, piano, and pictures have even been dusted.
It didn’t take long. Especially when I had the kids picking up their own toys and books and running them upstairs. I reorganized some books that don’t fit on the bookshelf and I cleaned up the music sitting on the floor next to the piano. Dallin and Parker helped dust (they like the Swiffer Duster. It’s “fun”.) and I did the dishes right after dinner. I never do the dishes right after dinner! I can’t wait to get the carpets cleaned.
I have become more and more anxious the past couple of years, and I can’t stand a ton of clutter. It overwhelms me and suddenly I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I can’t function. So to wake up today and see some sort of organization and neatness… Oh, the calming joy of it all!! It’s a perfect way to start the day. I feel like I can handle the kids and the laundry. I feel like I can accomplish everything on my list this week. I don’t even care that I don’t have a car and am stuck in the house. Now, I’m going back downstairs to bask in cleanliness.