For some people, the process of keeping house is a joy – it makes them feel especially good to maintain a clean and comfortable nest for their families. Oh, how I wish I were like that! Don’t get me wrong, I do feel good when I manage to be all domestic, make a nice supper, have the laundry folded and put away… it’s the process of getting there that I detest.
I hate to clean. I hate to pick things up off the floor and put them away. I hate to vacuum. I hate to dust. I hate to wash the dishes. Shall I continue?
I can power through the more mundane of these tasks if I listen to an entertaining podcast, or if I stream something interesting on Netflix. But it doesn’t really make me like the process. All it really does is make me forget for a while that I’m working.
Anyway, I’ve been forcing myself to face the music this week. Yesterday I pretty much transformed the kitchen (yes, we do have a table!). This morning, I straightened up and vacuumed the living room (thankfully it wasn’t too bad to begin with), took a mammogram break (I’m 40 now, these things need to be done), and then tackled this:
This is the pile of junk that was the result of my involvement in Project:Simplify. Stuff from my closet (which still looks amazing, six months later), stuff from the top of my desk (which, sadly, is back to looking almost as bad as it did before I cleaned it), and stuff from the boys’ room (which is starting to get just a little bit scary again). This stuff has been piled up in the hallway for half a year, waiting for me to get around to donating it somewhere.
Well, last week a rep from some charity called and asked if I had anything to donate and I said, “Yes, yes, YES! Please come take this STUFF off of my hands!” So tomorrow they will come.
Which means today, I had to lug all of those bags down the stairs and out to the garage. All lined up like this, it looked like even more junk than I thought:
I hope they are bringing a big truck.
I am soooooo out of shape. I mean, I already knew that, but if I needed any reminding at all, lugging a dozen (give or take) heavy bags and boxes outside, down the steps, down the front path, and into the garage was a good way to do it. Holy cow. I worked up enough of a sweat that I had to take a cold shower just to feel human again.
Tomorrow I hope to spend a little time in the dining room:
It’s probably not as hard as it looks, except for one box in the corner, which is full of all of the papers (bills, school stuff, junk mail) that I’ve been avoiding the last few days… that’s going to be a real bear to sort through, but it’s got to be done. There are a few things I need in that pile, and I mean need, as in yesterday.
In other, less icky-housework-type news, Aidan wants me to knit him a sweater. So, that’s cool. Just need to find a pattern that I can do and that he’ll actually wear. Any suggestions?