Clearly, I never have that problem.
When it gets like this, I usually just tell myself to start somewhere, to clear one section of counter space.
And, one section at a time, it really does improve. It’s not show-room clean, but in-good-shape-to-cook clean.
I feel so much better cooking in a space that’s clean…when I have no clear counter space left, cooking stresses me out something fierce. I just hate having no place to set things down!
Of course, shortly after I took the second picture, I got my kitchen messy again and cleaned it up again.
It’s the ebb and flow of life in a house that’s well lived-in….get it messy, clean it up, get it messy, clean it up.
I don’t like the messy part of that ebb and flow, but on the other hand, I wouldn’t really want a house that never got messy because of what that would mean.
No toys on the floor would mean no children were there playing with them.
A consistently sparkling kitchen would probably mean that few meals were cooked there.
A perfectly neat bookshelf is pretty much only possible if no one reads the books.
A neatly folded blanket can’t be used to make a tent.
A piano without fingerprints and sheet music would be a silent one.
A tidy, shelved bag of towels and suits belongs to a family that hasn’t gone swimming.
Living is messy, isn’t it?
But I want a home where lots of living is going on, so messy, clean, messy, clean, messy, clean is just where I’ll need to be.
My friend at Ready. Set. Simplify. wrote her time diary wrap-up, and as it turns out, she and I waste time in similar ways.
Today’s 365 post: One of Joshua