Even though it doesn’t look much like spring for most of the country this morning, I’ve been plagued these last few days with an urgent need to clean, purge, sort, and organize. Of course it always looks worse before it looks better so I don’t have any stunning “after” photos to show off–none of it is really amazing transformative work anyway, just the kind of stuff that makes me happy. There’s something about a well-organized drawer that just fills my heart with a sense of peace.
I am not the kind of girl to be flipping my mattress and wiping out my washing machine each spring–it’s more like catching up on all the basic stuff I slack on the rest of the year. My kitchen counters are completely clear for the first time in months, outgrown baby gear is stowed away, and there’s a growing pile of items I no longer want, need, or love ready to head off to the Goodwill (as well as a box of barely used baby accoutrement I’ve listed for sale on my local buy/sell/swap group–mama needs some spending money!). Sometimes I beat myself up about my lackluster housekeeping habits, but the truth is that I just really am not cut out for it. I’m not detail oriented and I get overwhelmed by the magnitude of it. The truth is that I fantasize regularly about hiring a cleaning lady. I would have totally mocked a stay at home mom who hired a cleaning lady before I actually had a child–now I realize that just because I’m home most of the day doesn’t mean I have time to clean (or despise it any less!). I’m much better about keeping things tidy and organized than I am about the actual cleaning–you know, the mopping of floors and wiping of baseboards, etc. Don’t even ask me about dusting. I haven’t done it in years.
So that’s what we’re up to this week. Clearing out, sorting, donating, and reorganizing, one shelf/drawer/box at a time. It’s a constant effort, but one that’s so worth it to have a home with room to grow.