You know how camps have work days? Redberry has work days. Kinasao has work days. Like a big ole clean up where you prepare for the season ahead. Lots and lots of people come, take on jobs, inside and outside, easy or difficult, whatever there is to do. They eat a yummy lunch and work hard. You know those days.
When I look around my home, I feel like we need a work day. A whole big fat work day.
A day where furniture moves into different rooms.
The pantry is reorganized.
The under the stairs storage area is gutted, gone through, and reorganized.
The shed is gutted and purged.
The dishes move around the kitchen so Brady can reach all the important things.
The kids closets are free of toys and books that belong in the toys and books, and all paper is recycled.
The basement toy shelf is unloaded, sorted, and put back together.
The floor gets a GOOD vacuum.
The lightbulbs are all switched out for the LEDs we have, waiting.
The day would close with a gigantic dump run. At least that would be my real hope.
It sounds great, doesn’t it? Yet, I know its my home, and my mess, and my responsibility. But I’ve never felt so behind, buried under all of our stuff and the jobs that we’ve fallen so far behind on.
But. Adulthood. Ugh.
For the record, if there were a work day, I would have pulled pork, buns, and coleslaw for everyone. Just sayin’. It would be a sweaty – albeit yummy – day.