It is a coldish, snowy Monday morning. We had a lovely interlude of spring temperatures, 30's and 40's, but we are back to real winter with below zero temperatures expected in a day or two. It was nice while it lasted anyway. And really, having warm weather for the kids February break was awesome! This morning was a return to cold and to routine. After two weeks of family and being over at Mom and Dad's a lot, I needed a little routine to keep the house from descending into wrack and ruin.
The grey snow of February....
Monday mornings tend to be rather intense around here anyway. I have lately become one of those people who like to keep their house clean. (Or, I should say neat, since I will never be capable of the ordered 1950's housekeeping where I pull out my stove and fridge at regular intervals to clean behind them.) I like being able to walk through my living room without a GPS. I heartily embrace this change. As does Justin. Up until the past year or two, I have taken a rather detached and depressed view of the state of my house. An out of body experience--"I am surely not responsible for this living room that has gone from neat to disaster in half an hour, am I?" As a teenager, I firmly believed that there were more interesting things to do than to keep the house neat. Housekeeping was what you did when there was nothing, and I mean nothing, else to do. I assumed I would magically be able to manage housekeeping after I got married, as though a housekeeping gene would be flipped on when the keys to our first apartment were handed to us. Ha! After realizing my complete lack of the housekeeping gene, I tried to ignore the teetering piles of clutter and envied my OCD friends who vacuumed behind dirty feet and washed a dish the minute it hit the sink.
My sweet little morning mess makers
So things now tend toward neatness in our house. Except on weekends, when things get a little frayed around the edges. There is so much for the kids to do, (except for the inevitable "I am SO bored!" comments at 2:30 PM Saturday) that I hate to be nagging them to pick up, pick up every 10 minutes or so. And laundry tends to pile up, as well as dishes and the like. I hope to discover a weekend housekeeping gene soon. Until then, Monday mornings are busy. Several loads of laundry, an hour or two of picking up, sorting, and organizing, paying bills, a good sweep, changing sheets, making beds, and a dishwasher load later, I am definitely less enchanted with housework. But, my house is neat.
I am not sure that my house will ever be company ready at all times. But it is now capable of looking neat within a half hour or so. And for me, that is accomplishment enough.
Now for my afternoon tea and a chapter or two of a book...
Watching the snow