Housecleaning: Momentum and Hope

My home is a mess. There's laundry to be done, a lawn to mow (break out the scythe!), and dog hair dustbunnies the size of a Chihuahua are floating around like tumbleweed. I do not feel at peace.

I am often abruptly overwhelmed by the state of my home. I hum along pleasantly until I encounter the foot-long dustbunny, the empty milk carton or the dirty plate that breaks this camel's back. When that happens, I am NOT a happy camper. Once the initial frustration subsides I usually go one of two ways: take action to address trigger spots, gaining hope and momentum in the process, or stick my head in the sand and sink into a domestic spiral of despair.

I've had my head in the sand for the past two weeks; it's time to come up for air.

Last night I broke out the 1973 Electrolux and tackled some of the floating bunnies. I found a home for housewarming gifts received a month ago, washed some clothes and cleared out the foyer. Not a particularly happenin' Saturday night (unless you count the rousing centipede incident - no doubt the insect was unearthed as I sucked up its nest of dust and dirt), but nonetheless a satisfying one.

Although I could still harvest the lawn and grind it into flour (for the discerning locavore only), things are looking up and sometimes that's all I need - a little momentum to give me hope.