I hate cleaning, but as I didn’t have time to do it during my month-long busy work period, the house was a pigsty by the end of last week. What’s more, we’ve got people in the house who aren’t us at various points over the next few weeks, so today I just gritted my teeth and got on with it. The house is clean and tidy now, and I feel so much better for it.
Generally, clutter and mess really depress me, so in an ideal world I would just clean the house once a week in order to keep on top of it and keep my surroundings pleasant and comforting. However, sometimes there just isn’t the time, and as a result my mood drops, often without me realising why.
Having cleaned, I feel so much better tonight than I have done all week! I’d feel even better if the house was properly finished in terms of the piles of boxes that are still unpacked, but that’s still a few months away. One step at a time.