I’ve had this post going through my head for a day and a half. Ideas for a post about being discontent with my home were racing through my head as I spent the entire afternoon cleaning to get ready for home-groups tonight.
But now, sitting in my pretty-much-presentable house, I’m feeling much better.
See, for several days I’ve been feeling a nagging sense of discontentment with my house.
Last week, I assigned a few weekly tasks to specific days. I had every intention of Friday being vacuuming. But then on Thursday, we had the biggest snow that I’ve seen in years. So the kids were home, and we played and played, and the vacuuming never happened.
Snow clothes and boots were strewn out in the entryway and dining room to dry, and as it seems to happen, when one thing is strewn, other stray things are drawn to that area, and soon you have a disaster.
With the lack of routine that a weekend brings lasting an extra day because of the snow day, the house was pretty much a disaster this weekend. And rather than get busy and clean it up, I let it get to me. And then I started surfing on the internet, and looked at the gorgeous pictures people had on their blogs of their entry ways, their decorating projects, etc.
See, I have dreams of being like them someday. Of coming up with perfect decorating solutions. But when my house is cluttered and chaotic, I’m hopeless in this area. What exactly is the point of making a cute little display on a table when it will just get covered up with paper and book bags and hairbrushes?
But like I said, I’m feeling much better now. I was irritated about having to work hard all afternoon, and really, I shouldn’t have had to do that. If I had done my daily tasks EVEN WHEN things were out of the routine, I wouldn’t have had to. But I’m so glad I did do it. I can’t even express how much it positively affects my mood to have socks and stray toys out of the corners and the floors swept and vacuumed.
Now I can picture it. I’m not there yet. Not to the decorating place. I still have so much decluttering to do and so many places to find for things. But when the house is “pretty good” I can feel hope.