When a space is well lived in and well loved, it gets messy- fast. I think this is where I struggle the most.
So my goal, is to pick up 100 things a day. I'm taking a leaf out of the imperfect homemaker's book, and modifying it to fit our family. Most of the time, there aren't 100 things to do in between tasks when the house is already clean, and let's face it, this is all a work in progress for me. The though of doing 100 things several times a day makes me want to bang my head on a wall 100 times. But if I don't let the little things pile up, they don't become big messes.
Plus, it feels so nice to come home to a clean house. Granted, I avoid the unclean parts of the house like the plague. I literally only visit them in the dark of night as to avoid the awful visuals, which is a terrible idea because I could actually die from tripping over the mounds of whatever (I'd tell you what it is, but I can't see it), falling, and drowning in mess.
Yes, this is real life.
In other news the weather has finally turned here, and mornings are cool and crisp. This is absolutely my favorite time of year; it's not so hot that you want to drown yourself in an ice bath and not so cold that if you leave your water out it freezes. It's absolutely perfect. Days like this I can go out in my long sleeves and show Anthony how wonderful the world can be. Not that I really need to do that, he thinks everything is wonderful. This kid coughs and goes into a giggle fit because coughing is hilarious. He wakes up every day with a smile on his face. He is absolutely the light of my life. I can't get enough of my boy. <3 p="p">3>