The bittersweet joy of victory. My house (most of it) is clean. Half way through a new audiobook I have clean dishes, (mostly) clean floors, laundry that is washed, folded and put away (or in the the process of being washed, folded and put away) and I am keeping the tide of toys at bay for the moment. The joy at having a clean house for my family to come celebrate Brandon's 9th birthday with us was palpable. The bittersweet is that so much of it is never ending. And yet, I have the beginnings of a fantasy about a clean and organized bedroom, and toys that are neatly organized, in bins... well. We'll see how it all works out.
For now, I'm just looking forward to seeing my husband relax in a clean house, and not have to worry about whether he will have clean underwear tomorrow. I once read somewhere that nothing says I love you like clean underwear....
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remember FlyLady--now do a little each day! Just 15 minutes. And hopefully it'll never get so out of control again. Well, at least not for a while, anyway. ;-)
Also, Happy B-day to Brandon!
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