My Vet and I married several years ago and have lived in 4 different houses. Initially I was proud of my homes. They weren’t always the most fashionable, but they were always clean. I had a schedule I stuck to.
Monday: Laundry, Bathrooms
Thursday: Deep Clean. area changed form week to week
Friday: Errands, and Outside
Being just the two of us, it was easy to maintain, while working full time. Then 8 years and two homes ago. All that changed. We moved into a home 1/3 the size, and the majority of our things went into storage. The rest went into every nook and cranny we could find.
Why did we downsize? So that we could build this. Almost all of the work was completed by My Vet and his dad. (along with friends and family that pitched in throughout.) It was a huge undertaking. Even though the home was smaller, we still had 3 bedrooms so we were able to house and feed those who came to help. Since the menfolk worked so hard during the day, I made sure to have solid meals ready for them to eat. Since I was commuting 3 hours a day for work, this was harder than it seems. Apparently I like a challenge, so I started taking classes on the weekend to become a licensed Realtor. Those 6 months were the hardest months of our marriage. It was too much and something had to break. Me.
I grew up in an extremely clean home. I had 4 sisters and we had schedules for dishes and house cleaning. Every family holiday was at our home, and my mom expected perfection. (Did you know that mayonaise can be used to polish plant leaves? I remember the Christmas I learned.) So to now live in a home with cobwebs, dirty surfaces, and clutter embarasses me. Last year I posted about my procrastination problem. My Vet’s demand, has helped steer me back to the right path there. Earlier this summer I participated in the Citywide Garage sale, and eliminated tons of stuff. I have since continued to purge my house, and am finally ready to get my home back under control. Starting today, I am spending the next 30 days deep cleaning my home. I will be writing about my experience and I might even cross the boundry into TMI to show you just how bad it got.
I just got home from church, the sermon topic for today: How do you get up after you’ve fallen? I definitely picked the right day to get up!