I mopped the kitchen today. Like really mopped it. Moved out all chairs, swept every single nook and cranny, and mopped. I’m a little proud of it. I don’t do this very often.
I actually like mopping. I like nitty gritty cleaning. I know that that doesn’t make any sense considering the fact that I am a . . . slob. But it’s true. As I reminded myself when I decluttered the dining room, I usually spend all my time stressing about the clutter, gearing myself up to declutter, and then finally, when I have no other choice, decluttering. And that is all I get to do. “Cleaning house” doesn’t mean what it could because I have created so much more mess through clutter.
But since my kitchen has been clean for more than two weeks, I just bounced right in there and mopped that sucker! Go me!
I also:
Made bed.
Cleaned kitchen.
Picked up the few things on the bathroom floors.
Ran a load of laundry.
I have a really long way to go. A reeeeallllly long way. But slowly I will change.
I have to.
