I’m going to be honest, I didn’t used to be a huge fan of cleaning, but I have always been a big fan of living in a clean space. Over the course of the last few years, I have come to love cleaning more and more. Finding peace through the act of cleaning spaces. I’m not talking about decluttering, although, there is a great sense of peace that comes with that for me… I’m talking about actual “chores” like dusting, vacuuming, wiping down surfaces, mopping, scrubbing, etc.
It’s almost weird, when I think about it, how much it irked me to do these things years ago, and now… I find such solitude and a measure of sanity through it. Let’s be real… the endless sea of “mommy” that I hear and swim through all day is enough to drive a person nuts. For real. My son can “mommy” at about 13 times a minute. I’m not proud of it, but I actually paid him a dollar for 2 minutes of silence. The cleaning, not only keeps germs at bay and our spaces sparkling, but it helps me to stop and take time to appreciate the roof over my head.
I also try to load up my Monday to the point where it could be considered crazy. I do this because then the rest of the week I just do a bit of routine swish, swipe, scrub and call it good. It helps me give myself permission to relax a bit and slow the heck down. I can focus on the things that are important to me, like reading, going on walks with my son, spending quality time with my husband.