Spring Cleaning

I've been struggling to get out of bed lately, to find the motivation to get dressed and brush my teeth. I've let a lot of things go besides myself, including my house. It's been neglected for so long that my dust bunnies have procreated. My piles have piles. It got so bad that I finally found the motivation to get up and do something about it.

I cleaned... one room. The kitchen.

It sounds small, but to me it was monumental. I also figured that if I was going to do this, I was going to do it well. I scrubbed the countertop under the appliances. I cleaned the grime on the floor around and behind the fridge, oven, and dishwasher. I polished my sink with windex. I used a razorblade to scrub cooked-on goo off my glass top stove. I tossed or organized every piece of paper my kids have brought home from school and dumped on the counter. Under that, I found junk mail, magazines, and paper airplanes. Broken crayons, dirty dishes, plastic care bears and hot wheels. Dried on spaghetti sauce! (oh, I am so embarassed.) For the finishing touch, I mopped the floor. Top to bottom, my kitchen sparkles like Edward in a meadow.

I. Feel. Tired.

Ok, I feel proud too. I feel hope. I feel motivated to maybe move on to another room. (The hall closet, it's the smallest). I locked myself in my room with my laptop again while my kids watched TV, but I am still encouraged by my litle breakthrough. Maybe I'll clean under the back porch, the graveyard of garden tools and yard toys of years past! (baby steps Jill, baby steps.)