I’ve often written about how thankful I’ve been for cleaning my house when it was the last thing I wanted to do. After cleaning, I’ve always felt so much better and have gone to bed with a sense of accomplishment.
Tonight the house is destroyed.
I will not be going to bed with a sense of accomplishment tonight, and after thinking about my schedule tomorrow, probably not tomorrow night either. The mess will grow bigger and bigger. By the time Friday rolls around, I may even find it difficult to walk across the living room.
Oh well. I’m really busy right now, and I’d rather spend my spare time hanging out with my kids and even grading a few essays than scrubbing a toilet, vacuuming, or sequestering Maddie to her room to pick up.
I’m pretty sure Friday’s going to be filled with cleaning, but until then, I’m thankful to be at peace (for now) with letting go of my house duties.