A while back I talked about my Ideal Life Exercises…the once-every-21 days focus on an individual area of my life where I want to move to a more ideal life. I’m not Pollyanna. I know very well it will never be ideal. But everything can be better. And I do want to be more content.
So today is Clean House day. Literally, my least favorite day of the month. It is the day where I take the blinders off and look very critically at the smudges on the windows, the splashes on the bathroom mirror, the state of the bath toys, the…ooh, I better stop there because I really don’t want to think about what else there is to do in the bathroom right now.
I don’t work outside the home at this juncture. My indulgent husband and I made a quality-of-life choice to live smaller so that we could raise our boys the way we imagined we wanted to, meaning that they would always have one parent available to them. I write my novels, waiting for the day when I can face my fear of rejection and actually send them to an agent. So I am the one who is home.
I am also the one who gets more irritated by the mess, and as my own personal rule of thumb states, “if it pisses you off, do something about it,” I am the one who ends up dealing with the mess.
Today was another spring-ish day. I picked out a daffodil colored lace dress to wear today before I realized that I would be spending my morning scrubbing toilets and floors and changing sheets. I took the denim belt I made out for its maiden voyage.
Instead of changing my mind, I reminded myself that everything is washable. I totally leaned into it. I leaned into the Cinderella thing in a very big way. Can I tell you something?
It made scrubbing the toilets more bearable.
Sing With Your Feet 