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I am the world’s worst housekeeper. I really am. And somehow I got myself married to a man who likes to clean, so he’s a total enabler.
It isn’t actually that I won’t clean. It’s that I have a really high tolerance for disorder and chaos. I’m the oldest (by a lot) of nine kids. I have six…yes SIX…little brothers, five of whom are from ten to thirteen years younger than me. It was either gain a tolerance for chaos or lose my mind, right? (Interestingly, the library that resides in my bathroom is the one real strong remainder from my growing up years. The bathroom was literally the only place where I could be alone for a few minutes. So I read there. Curled up in the bathtub a lot of the time.)
My progress toward my housekeeping theme this month has been subtle, but I think significant. I’ve made an effort to do the dishes every night. We don’t have a dishwasher, and Kevin will wash them if I don’t (without complaining much. His OCD streak actually makes him think they’re cleaner if he does them himself.) And really, since we both work and I do all the cooking, I think him doing the dishes is fair. But I’ve still made an effort. They aren’t always all done, but at least they aren’t piled to the faucet.
Because my small change for February is to make my own cleaning supplies, I’ve been busy since yesterday getting that done. Or trying to. One part of it is turning into a Lucy-and-Ethyl type fiasco. I’ll post about it tomorrow. But in the name of testing things out, every flat surface in my kitchen is shimmering and shiny clean right now. And I’ve done three loads of laundry.
I’m loving how The Plan is evolving for me. I’ve been reading Cold Antler Farm lately. And I’m seeing how each part of my plan can move me closer to what I want. How spending a morning, like I did today, making marmalade out of carrots that I rescued by grating and freezing when they started to wilt, is as much a part of my plan as anything else. I’m not sure what I expected when I first came up with the idea for The Plan. Maybe just a way to organize my thoughts and goals. But it’s becoming something more to me. It’s taking shape and molding to fit my life, and I love it.
If I see my little farm in front of me, not abstract but something concrete and a finite distance away, then every step I take from here to there is a step closer. Every wash cloth I crochet to put in my Etsy store when I get it open again, every researched recipe for goats milk soap or thrifted vintage dress, it all brings me closer. It brings my whole family closer. And giving up gluten, so that I actually have the energy to take care of the goats when I get them, is important. Decluttering my house is important. And it all moves us forward.
And you know what the sugar on my cake is? The comments from you guys. Or seeing on my site tracking page that someone has come to my blog and read through a bunch of my posts. That makes me so happy that I sometimes actually dance (which does illicit comment from the peanut gallery, but that’s okay. I like to dance!) I have a tendency to isolate myself, to not let people outside my family get close to me. Thank you for not letting me feel alone.
Here is the progress I made on my mini-goals this week: