What is it about springtime that makes you want to clean house? Could it be that my house is just so dirty, full of clutter, and needs a good goin’ over that I am beginning to get claustrophobia? It seems that I am not a nest-builder, which is a person who carefully builds her little nest neatly and efficiently. Nope, I am a pack rat or stacker and procrastinator. I have little piles of stuff – art supplies, magazines, books, bills, ironing, etc. Although the piles rather than files work well for me, I get a little crazed after a while. It is time to go through the piles and do some serious sorting.
There is also lots to be done on my little house. Where to begin is the big question. Trim work? Na, that can wait. Patio? Soon maybe. Yard work? Definitely needed and it is the season. Stucco? Oh my aching bones! Barn? Most needed and have the least control over. Cabinets? In my dreams. Closet doors? Who needs them? Fence and gate? Move that way on down the list. All of the ten million things on the list? I guess we will just keep chipping away at it.
The other problem with spring is the great weather. It is the perfect time to be doing all the chores, but it’s also the perfect time for goofing off. Golf or gate? Tennis or barn? Kayaking or closet doors? See the problem. The real problem is that I would rather live life and have fun than be orderly and neat. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on your view) Toby is the same. We both can be talked into fun rather than work in a heartbeat. It will all come together. It is all good. And yet, I feel the need to clean. Someone talk me out of it.