I am pleasantly exhausted after 15 straight hours of household tasks. And there’s more to do tomorrow. My feet hurt, my back aches, and I am happy. Housework is never my number one priority, but god, I just love it when things are fresh and crisp and clean.
The day passed quickly, and I’m delighted with my progress. My obsessions took a back seat to the here and now, and that’s really a great thing. I haven’t had this kind of energy around the house in such a long time; it’s comforting to focus on one of the things that brought me back to life.
This house brought me so much joy and hope 5 years ago – it was a brand new beginning. It’s hard to believe that much time has passed already. This is the longest I’ve lived anywhere since 1982, and it feels a little strange to think I can actually settle in and stay for awhile. Very strange. My son has had the same friends since elementary school – a luxury unknown by his older sisters.
And now I’m falling asleep in the middle of my post, so I guess I’d better shut off the light and save the rest of my thoughts until tomorrow.
Cinderella, over and out.