There are two things I do every single day, no matter how manic my life is. I make the bed, and I clean up the kitchen. The entire house can be falling around my ears but my God the bed is made and the granite countertops are sparkling (countertops that we got for an amazing bargain because my husband is an eBay shopper extraordinaire and yes, you can even buy granite on eBay!!). I don’t know why it makes me feel right about my world to have the bed made and the granite sparkling when everything else looks like a tsunami came through, but it does. I like to light a candle, too.
Yesterday my husband came home and the granite was NOT sparkling. I think he thought he was in the wrong house. He said, the kitchen isn’t clean. He looked so lost. He can leap hurdles over the laundry on the way to his easy chair and never say a word in complaint but he knows something is up when the granite doesn’t sparkle. I said–I FINISHED MY BOOK TODAY. Then he got it. (And he even cleaned the kitchen up!)
What do you do, bare minimum, when you’re stressed and manic and you just do the things you HAVE to do mentally to tolerate your house? Don’t tell me I’m the only one who has x and y that they can live with when the rest of the alphabet isn’t done! 😯