It's a day to mark down in history-- I have made the bed, first thing in the morning EVERY DAY THIS WEEK!
I've swept the floor, I've put away the co-sleeper, I've packed away the recycling. I'm still working on the dishes. But then, the dishes never ever ever end.
See, I am working on it. I am working on my slobbiness. My name is Rowena, I am a slob. Of course, I'm not working on it THAT hard. I wouldn't want to go against my nature. Plus, I found a quote that makes me feel a little bit better about that there slobby nature.
A clean house is a sign of a life misspent.
It's a reminder to me about how I don't need to get down on myself for not keeping the place immaculate. I'm doing better, but the apartment is by no means Martha Stewart ready. I would be happy if it didn't embarrass me when I got deliveries.
With the boy now learning how to crawl, though, I have to step up on some of that slobiness. The dishes can stay where they are, he can't reach them, but I have to get down on the floor and clean it up of all possible choking habits. I really should go through all the book cases and check them out to make sure there aren't baskets of beads or little gewgaws. I'm a collector of little gizmos and fiddle faddle. Little pretty things just fascinating enough and small enough to go into an inquisitive mouth. It's an incentive to clean things up.
And if you've noticed, I've also managed to write in my blog almost everyday for quite a while. I don't think the bed making and the blog writing are coincidental.
I have a life to step back into, man. I've got things to do, places to go, babies to feed.