There was cleaning
The bedroom which Link and Patches share had move beyond “messy.” It was well into the realm of being condemned. It has hovered in that state for more than a week because it had gone beyond the point where the boys were able to clean it up by themselves and I didn’t have time to deal with it. Today I made time. I entered the room with trash bag in hand. I followed my habitual “clean the corners first method.” My reward for being thorough was finding a box full of Patches’ summer clothes hidden under his bed. I was wondering why he had only 4 pairs of shorts. Now he has many many pairs and this is happy. Wearing sweat pants in triple digit weather is contraindicated. I still need to tackle the boys’ closet, but at least now we can walk through the room withoutfear of bodily injury. And I filled that trash bag full of stuff that I can throw away. Why does it make me so happy to get rid of stuff? I must be weird. I guess I’m the opposite of a “keeper.” I have to have reasons to keep things rather than reasons to get rid of things.
Anyway, the boys room is now clean. The family room is clean (I did that yesterday.) The kitchen is clean (also yesterday.) Once again I’m showing that getting out of my house and away from the regular round of chores results in a surge of energy later. Or perhaps it might be more related to getting enough sleep. That is possible too. There was happy sleeping late this morning.