I've been a little slow getting back into blogging after the holiday break. Not because I haven't missed it. No, not that! It's because for some crazy reason January is the time of year I clean the house from top to bottom.
Maybe because January seems like such a natural time to purge and start anew, or perhaps it's because come spring I know all my efforts will be focused on my gardens.
Whatever the reasons, the past few years January 1st brings a time a deep cleaning in my home. The kids wander back to school and hubby to work, and I begin to clean in a somewhat crazed fashion.
With my trusty sidekick watching me from a comfy perch, I first attack our storage area with a vengeance.
Every box is gone through and rearranged with the boxes of Christmas decorations going wayyyyy in the back. Anything I know hasn't been used in a year is removed and given away.
Once the storage area is dealt with I start in the basement and room by room I organize, vacuum, scrub and polish until I'm satisfied that it's clean and uncluttered. The family has learned to stay clear of a work in progress. But my sidekick keeps ever close, sometimes watching me will full interest.
Sometimes all my going-on's warrants only a one eyed squint.
At other times - - nothing at all.
Whatever the apparent interest level, each new rooms brings another opportunity of a more comfortable spot to keep an eye on things.
After three days of deep cleaning, I fall into bed exhausted with such a feeling of accomplishment and peace of mind. The little fur ball curled up at my side snuggles closer, rests his head on my arm and lets out a long sighing snarf. As if to say the past three days have been a chore and he's glad it's over - - -
I have to agree!