First day home from vacation. Took it easy. I think. Some puttering in the garden.
Prided myself in tackling a small, doable tidying task and not letting it blow out of proportion. I decluttered one bookcase. Rid it of much stuff.
My new method (to my madness) is to declutter and get stuff OUT before I evaluate storage needs and move furniture. And to do this slowly. It was not aerobic cleaning. I was not inclined to injure myself. I was able to stop.
I let the decluttering move into the children's room. Once again managed NOT to move a bunch of furniture. I did sort through years and years of artwork (mixed with a bunch of crap) and chose things of archival quality and type. Labeled them with names and dates... or at least years.
Secretly threw away puzzles with pieces missing, broken toys from fast food restaurants, unidentified blobs of clay, wads of paper, used band-aids, disintigrating fall leaves from seven or more seasons past...
Hung out with neighbor... filled a water play table with soap suds and attracted half the neighborhood to play. It was kind of awesome. Then we kicked them out, cleaned up and had dinner together.
Spent morning with a friend helping sort out a sewing/costume nightmare dealing with acetate, gold braid and an unfortunate use of a hot glue-gun.
Picked up a beading project that will be good for the futzy "OCD" side of my personality... or my illness. Who knows. Who can say.
Afternoon: decluttered somewhat agressively and sorted through all bookshelves in living room. Friend came over for tea.
Evening: stayed up too late making baby dill pickles. But they are awesome.
Grateful Crap: awesome neighbors
took meds (even refilled them succesfully)
time with family
Quaker, teacher, parent,