I tell my friends I’m spending my Friday evening doing chores and it’s true. I am heading into my birthday weekend and I don’t want to enter my twenty-ninth year in a state of disarray. My brain has felt all over the place lately, but goddammit I can go to sleep tonight with clean sheets.
I spend two and half hours listening to my audiobook (Running with Sherman by Christopher McDougall) and going through the cleaning routine. Then I keep going and scrub the shower harder than usual and wipe down the washer and dryer as they run another load of laundry. I take out all my red wine glasses and wipe them down with vinegar to get out the stains. There is a reason most people don’t put wine glasses in the dishwasher but I can live with most things . . . until I can’t.
The recycling is out (an embarrassing amount of it had compiled), the floors are vacuumed (I swear my cats are shedding more than usual this summer), and the cabinets are dusted. It’s not perfect and there’s more to do, but it’s a small win towards getting my life in order. It’s not perfect and my mental list of not cleaning tasks is growing, but it’s enough.
With Love,
Natalie