It's been building. And building. The mess, oh, the mess.
I've been a little lax the past couple of weeks with various housekeeping tasks. And since I'm pretty lax to begin with, you can only imagine how things have been around here. Part of the reason for this, as I'm sure every mother feels several times during her life, was the fact that it seems I'm the only one trying to stay ahead of the mess....picking up toys, dishes, shoes, toys....
To his credit, (his extreme credit) Mr. Swizzle has cranked through laundry and about every stitch of clothing in the house is clean. It's all piled in our bedroom floor, but it's clean.
Tuesday night, it got to me. I told Mr. Swizzle I wanted to rent a Bobcat and drive it through the house. Well, instead of doing that, I worked my butt off yesterday and cleaned...the kitchen. Didn't even make it to the dining table that's technically part of the kitchen, but by heaven I CLEANED the kitchen.
You know what? The house, well the kitchen at least, seems QUIETER today. Hmmmm. I've know that visual chaos affects my mood. I didn't know that it makes everything louder.
Maybe tomorrow, I can move the silence into the living room, or better yet MY room!