This working momma is finding more comfort in a predictable routine which means for the last few weeks I have risen early on Saturday morning (without complaining because I was doing that a lot) and heading out early to get grocery shopping done. It just worked out that this morning everyone wanted to join me which I love.
However, when I came home I asked myself the same question with dread “When will the fridge get cleaned and rearranged?” I make up excuses and mostly talk myself out of more work, because I work all week. It is almost like hearing the teenage side of myself argue with the attempting to mature, momma side of my own personality. I like my kitchen, all other rooms, to be clean I just don’t necessarily enjoy being the one to do the work.
Today was different! Recently inspired by some books I have been reading and meditating more on simple living. I dove in! I tossed out old stuff, cleaned all surfaces, and organized the shelves. I found myself focused on how happy I would be by the result, not necessarily the process.
Bonus, the whole time I had the lovely company of two little boys sitting at the table coloring with their new box of crayons.
I listened to them come over one at a time to share colors and say “Ohhh, momma, you are going to love this crayon, it looks like carmel, your favorite!” or “This blue looks just like the ocean.”