Me and My Spaces.

I have a level of untidiness and then I am either depressed, loosing things, or anxious.  I like things neat and organized.  I just am not willing to spend the time keeping things perfect.  I have not had much cooperation with the people that I have lived with.  If my house is cleaned up it falls on me. 

If I get up and clean the kitchen and pick up the living room I feel empowered, but it is usually messed up with the next person that seeks food. 

My daughter says she does not want spend her life doing housework.  In a way that is what we do.  It is my house.  It is my mess and I am the one to set things right.  It is sort of a to myself if I clean up.  I will do something as I am passing through a room.  I will get something off my to do list and then I do a little housework.  I run off and maybe paint for an hour, then it is back to the housework.

The hardest thing is getting the house cleaned for an open house.  It is hard to get the whole house clean at the same time.  I had a campfire dinner party.  The best thing about it was not having to clean my house shiny.  I even put my husband on his bathroom just before guests arrived, while I started the fire.

After our fire.  My husband pulled most of the stuff inside as I put out the fire and talked to the neighbor.  When the fire pit was ready to be moved to put my car in the drive,  I noticed the food area had been cleared.  That was really nice, because I was tired after preparing for the evening and then being hostess. 

Today I am getting my kitchen back in order a little at a time, but I will get there.

I like to see the floor and have cleared work surfaces for the next project.  That is me.  My house does not run my life,  it is just part of it.