Oh man, it’s been a heck of a week!
I took three days off of my “muggle job” this week. Originally, It was to take a vacation. To have a break and head to my parents’ house near Seattle and just relax.
But y’all know, I can’t do that.
When the logistics of leaving became a huge obstacle and I couldn’t get around them – it made more sense for me to stay home instead of accompany Wolfgang to Seattle.
And instead of sitting around and watching more Netflix, I decided it was time to set my pants on fire and get some things done.
I’ve been putting things off long enough.
My office has been a complete disaster area since we moved in. I was all excited to set up my office and then I just wasn’t excited anymore, so it remained a mess. The boxes piled up and the papers multiplied and I could never find anything and I have just had enough.
I’m done doing this “365 Days of Being More Awesome” and pretending that doing the same thing day after day is increasing my awesome.
(insert definition of insanity here)
So I PURGED. I filled up our extra-large garbage can with stuff I didn’t need. I filled up four large garbage bags and one huge moving box with stuff I don’t need anymore.
I was BRUTAL in my cleaning. It was like Kon Mari meets Mean Mom meets “Burn It All Down”.
I threw out things I thought I would keep forever. (I did keep my small New Kids on the Block comic book collection – maybe eBay for those!) I got rid of stuffed animals from ex boyfriends and notes from high school. I threw out the box of corsages from all my high school dates.
And every night, I slept like a dead person. I did good work all day, and slept the sleep of the righteous all night.
In my three days of “vacation”, I gutted and scrubbed my office, all the bookcases in the living room, the living room itself, the kitchen, the bathroom and the little’s bedroom.
We had a big party with our scouting friends last night, and the cleanup afterwards was minimal. Some toys in the little’s room needed to be put back and the counters needed to be wiped down, but I went to bed with a clean kitchen and woke up feeling not-stressed-out.
I’m proud of myself.
I worked really hard towards a pretty hefty goal, and instead of sitting out in the gorgeous sunshine we have been enjoying the past few days, I put my nose to the grindstone and got ‘er done.
I not only have a lovely clean home, I know I can do this thing. I can put my mind to it and get things done. It was an ego boost and SUCH A HARD THING to do, but necessary.
Plus, my floors are clean.