Got my new broom today and even picked up a string mop and some other cleaning supplies. It's not that I'm in Spring Cleaning mode, but the broom inspired me. Plus the wretched mess we live in has gotten to the place that there's not a spot that's not disgusting. Maybe I exaggerate a TINY bit, but not really. Second son heard me belly-aching about the state of the house last night, and asked if the other kids need to pitch in some more. Really, that's the truth. While our older kids would do their chores on schedule, the younger ones who don't have outside jobs will work and help with the cleaning, but usually only when I ask them to---or have to remind them. It's not that they're lazy, either, but I think with the older (now working) kids being so in charge for so long, they've been allowed to slide a bit. Got to get things more in a routine, because when the house is clean, my head feels settled.
I used to know a girl online named Wendy Waterbirde (not her real last name) who blogged here, at her site called A Bluebird's Table. I've been reading her pages a lot lately, just soaking up some restful words. She was good at that. Not sure where she got off to, though. We'd send letters/small packages from time to time back and forth, but I believe she moved and, as a result, we lost touch. She's a very domestic-style writer and when I read her work, I tend to have more enthusiasm for my putterings here.
Now off to touch up some paint around the kitchen sink and maybe mop the floor. I got some rubber gloves to keep my cut thumb dry and neglected to look at the size. Extra large gloves weren't the right choice! Need to go find a couple of hair elastics to hold them back. :)
