So I walked into my kitchen this morning with it sparkling from the effort I had continously put in yesterday, and for the first time ever I felt pride of cleaning. Real pride. Lasting pride. The kind that makes you warm and fuzzy and walk around with a smile on your face.
This coupled with the fact that I'm dead determined to keep my house germ free has spurred me on to interesting lengths. I found "jim" the mold had come back to haunt us in the baby bed room, from where she had peed through the waterproof coverings onto the mat. So yesterday between all my crazy art attempts (which I have 5 new pieces up on Deviant art) I cleaned out the foam bed piece with carpet cleaner and aired it, letting Natasha nap on our bed. Almost all our laundry is caught up on, and somehow even with all this cleaning as I go along, I still have time for my family and artwork. It's been great. The last few days have been such a huge change for me, and success.
It was me who wouldn't clean up after themselves, though my husband does leave dirty socks where ever they may fall- none of that is as bad as the mounds of dishes I was using and not cleaning. Or the laundry I was putting off...or the bare minium I was cleaning. A lot of this has to do with the fact that I need to get organized before having two kids as I know I'll be even more busy, and if I can prioritize my time and work efficiently it helps loads! My grandma was always great at doing this, and I find myself remembering the things she did while growing up, and admiring her for helping raise us, and do all those many things around her home she did. We even used to make preserves of fruits she grew in her garden...strawberries...cherries...apples.. I don't ever remember a time my grandma wasn't working hard.
I also have some good news; I did indeed get the asda job and after enquiring about it yesterday it should only be a few weeks or so until they find a vacancy for me. Apparently, me being pregnant really doesn't matter in england, because the personnel manager told me that not many people get past what I did and that I did very well. If cleaning wasn't a confidence booster for me, this was. I never thought I was good at interviewing, but someone thinks I am.
In any case, life is good right now, and for hte first time I'm juggling everything, and I've actually learned how to juggle. I love being a mother, wife, and artist. I am no longer focused on just being a mother, and I am so happy with me. I have found me again. Chores? None oft his is painful, I do what I need to do, in order to do what I love. And I'm finding I even enjoy what I need to do.
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