Spring Cleaning Frenzy

Just the thought of it normally makes my scalp itch. But somehow...someway...it has grabbed hold of me recently. The funny thing is, though I like it when my home resembles a place where people could feasibly 'pop' by and I wouldn't die of embarrassment, I'm still disgruntled that I had to spend my 'off' time from work to, well...work. At home.

At some point last week, I woke up at around four in the morning and just decided to clean my house and TRY to organize it as if it really were my castle, and I, its procrastinating Queen. I poke at it a lot, but just don't keep it up. The Chaos Theory is alive and well here, believe me.

So for some reason, my son's room came first, as we've already laid a new floor downstairs. The downstairs has its problems-- least of which being the detritus from laying said flooring as the tools still inhabit the table on which they were finally perched as if any moment now we'll suddenly realize that we've done it all wrong and have to take up the whole of it and try it again. But for the most part, the downstairs is habitable.

'D' is turning eight this year, and there were just a few things I wanted to accomplish in order to get him ready for the looming 'big boy' years. More serious chores are high on the list, and keeping his room clean is going to be one of them. So, in all fairness because kids really have a hard time sorting out their stuff, I told him that I would take all the things out that he thought were too babyish, and put a few things in there that bespoke more of his gently maturing nature.

In with the good, out with the bad. A good lesson for him. He did very well at letting things go-- better than I did, to be quite honest. I was proud of this buddhist side of him.

A trip to Goodwill and several dumpster-loads later, and we had gotten half the goal under our belt. A trip to Target and then to WallyWorld gave us the other half of the plan, put in place just in time for him to have a new friend over this weekend for a little R&R in his new-ish pad.

Much of this was done on Thursday, my first day off this week. I finished the little details and also made a huge sweep of the downstairs today, my second day off.

My days off are leaving me more tired than my work days.

But I cannot bear to think that the rest of the house looks good while my bedroom-- my private boudior, my peaceful nook away from the rest of the house- nay, the rest of the world!- should go lacking. So it would appear that the next couple of days off are going to be centered around cleaning out a sadly neglected closet and organizing my piles of art debris that have just been accumulating like so much dandruff on a pair of black-knit-clad shoulders.

As an aside, I have discovered that drinking lots of water is, in fact, good for me. Are you as shocked as I am??? I mean, just because it's in all the health magazines and all over the latest medical news updates doesn't make it true, you know! Geesh! I have to trip and FALL face first into some things apparently.

I have been drinking at least 50 ounces every day-- and a bit more if I can manage it, especially if I've been sweating-- for about a week now. I don't feel nearly as hungry-- and I don't mean that to sound like I'm so full of water that I can't eat. Oh, I eat. REAL hunger sets in just like it did before. But if I sip between meals, I'm not grumpy and gnawing at my own leg when it comes time to actually eat something. My bowel movements are incredible. (Regular, easily passed, keeping me from feeling so inflated. You know, things I've not felt ever. I've always been somewhat incontinent. And I don't mean living in the USA.)

But in general, I just feel..........

Better. Which was one of my main goals this year. Body, mind and soul. It's time for me to feel GOOD about myself, about my life, my decisions, my current state and my hope for the future. I had already begun to grip a lifelong depression by the horns last year, and now I'm letting bits of it peek outwardly. It's a long, slow process, but one I'm very excited about, even with the little triumphs.

Spring cleaning, inside and out if you will. Hmm. And as always, thanks for listening to my ramblings about these little triumphs.