No, not particularly, but you know what I do like though, results. A marked difference in states. The before versus the after. Walking around my house and portions feel brand new because they’ve been organized, cleaned and are now more useful, or less unsightly. That I do like. That is something I can get behind.
Now if you recall there was some talk of a bedroom getting cleaned this weekend. I took the liberty of moving all the Dirty clothes from the floor into a hamper and left the rest up to the occupant. It does appear as though some cleaning was done. Not as much as I’d like to see, but it’s a start, and I’ve started to just keep that door shut so that I don’t need to see it. It makes me anxious. It makes me feel ill at ease. Not a fan. But shy of pulling every item out of every drawer, and emptying the closet to re-hang all clothes properly I’m not interested in bandaid fixes. But that’s my hang up not hers. So I need to sort my own feelings out about that. Because as a kid we weren’t allowed messes. No clothes on the floor. No piles of dirty laundry. Nothing left not hung up, that was supposed to be on a hanger. Clean or it went out with the trash. Toys, clothes, artwork, whatever. If it didn’t mean enough to you to keep it clean, stored away, or up on a hanger then it must be trash, and is thrown away. I’ve come a long way since then. I’m far more lenient, and forgiving. But I do have my limitations, (common living areas being one of them) that I just can’t abide a long standing mess. Not minutes or hours, but I can last weeks to months (think – the summer break). Where I can put up with a mess. Nine weeks. If you can’t clean up after repeated requests to do so then it will go out with the trash. Nine weeks later you moan about losing your paper napkin dress for your dolly after I requested weekly it should get moved to your doll house/room, and not the floor in the living room. Darn tooting it’s out with the trash first Tuesday you go back to school. Bah!
Otherwise it’s a very quiet rainy Tueaday here in southern ontario. How about yourself?
You can now see most of the island’s counter top, which is nice. The placemats for the dinner table are clear, so you can eat free of glitter, paper confetti, paints, and brushes. I can walk around the table without tripping on blocks and toys. It’s about as clean as it will ever be. Just in time for the fair entries to start getting made, and my progress lost. I don’t wish to think about Thanksgiving or Halloween decoration creation right now. My soul can only take so much clutter regression.
But on the other hand, they are little kids and I love the enthusiasm and dedication they have towards the spooky season. Kids after my own heart. Just clean up the paper clippings and markers, glue when you’re done! And I’d be over the moon to play along. I too like skeletons, ghosts, ghouls, and Milk Steak. Magnets. Things of that nature. A jest – to be sure. That’s an IASIP reference for those not in the know.
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