6 days ago
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
In Which I Clean House And Connor Is Happy
I don't know about you all, but I often find that the state of my house is very indicative of how things are going in my personal life at that particular moment. When I'm stressed and worried I have a lot less energy to devote to things like dusting and picking up after myself, and as a result the house ends up looking, shall we say, less than stellar. I'm not saying that it gets unsanitary-- I don't stop cleaning the toilets or anything-- but the laundry definitely piles up and the floor doesn't get mopped as often as it should. I also tend to do a lot of my cleaning and housework while Connor is in school, and so my routine gets interrupted when he's home all day. I go into survival mode, and somehow scrubbing the baseboards and cleaning the grout in my shower doesn't seem that important anymore.