For various reasons, life has been a bit stressed lately. There’s no need to go into details, but as I get older, I find that I need more quiet and more order when I’m wigging out. (That’s really saying something, coming from a messy hermit.)
Last Saturday I went to put a load of laundry in the washer, and then unexpectedly spent the next hour or so cleaning up the laundry room. I thought it was just going to be a ‘get the three baskets, lint and all those dead spiders off the floor’ kind of thing, but it turned into sweeping and trash-tossing and all manners of improvement. I was so excited I did all the laundry in the house and then couldn’t wait for it to finish drying so I could get everything out of the room so it could be blissfully empty!
Tonight, as I finished up some dumb things I didn’t really want to be doing, I had to make a trip downstairs.
The rest of my house? Not so clean.