I woke up this morning with renewed resolve. I’ve been at this deslobification/blogging thing for one full year as of today.
While life is never truly “normal” (and I’m thankful for that), the school year is as normal as we get around here. So, it’s now or never. Time to start making some more real progress on this “journey to an orderly home” thing.
I lay in bed, waiting for the alarm to go off. I actually began to get excited about tackling all of the things that I’d been putting off over the summer.
That suitcase full of winter clothes that I never put away after our trip to Colorado, and that I’ve been tripping over every single night on my way to the bathroom? The room that I neglected for a month and let slip into total chaos? That huge pile of “stuff” that is on the floor by my side of the bed?
The list in my head began to get out of hand. And I felt a little panicked. My natural instinct was to push these thoughts out and accidentally-on-purpose forget about them.
But I took a breath.
And I got up, walked to the laundry room and changed over a new load . . . getting Laundry Day off on the right foot.
I went to the kitchen, warmed up the pancakes and baked oatmeal that were ready to go thanks to our recent Freezer Cooking Day.
I went through our morning routine, glad that I had made lunches and put out clothes last night.
And after dropping off the boys and doing some grocery shopping, I came home and kept chugging along. Kitchen cleaned. Floor swept. Laundry Day continued. Piles noticed and cleared.
I dream of being organized, but since it wasn’t achieved in complete-and-irreversible-perfection last year, I doubt it is going to happen today.
But it’s better.
And I’m good with that.