Doing things.

I was a complete slug last weekend.

There was a reason, though it took me a week of navel-gazing to recognize what it was. Luckily, as a confirmed introspective introvert, navel-gazing is one of the things I do best. I came away from a couple of experiences that took place last weekend with a new and better understanding of myself and with permission from myself to do what I need to do in order to be emotionally healthy.

If that’s not cryptic (and probably totally unnecessarily explained), then I don’t know what is.

At any rate, between all this new self-awareness, the upcoming Thanksgiving holiday – just about my favorite – and the overwhelming success of my new-ish light therapy box, I’ve been bustling around the house like mad the last couple of days.

Much safer and more accessible. This is a cabinet The Boy painted black for e several years ago.

Yesterday: Vacuuming, sweeping, dusting, groceries, ironing (which almost never happens) and Costco (yuck!)…not very exciting tasks, and always short-lived before they need to be done again. But still, done with lots of energy and no procrastination. And with the satisfaction of a long to-do list that I could systematically cross things off of all day long.

And on the topic of being systematic – I am a self-confessed list addict and lover of organizational systems including sentence diagramming and concept maps – today’s big project: Re-organizing storage in our kitchen and dining room.

Dubbed the “penguin cabinet” because the girls helped me paint it black and white, this one serves as a pantry in the dining room.

We have the world’s smallest kitchen. Think postage stamp. On the one hand, it takes very little time to clean, and you can pivot on one foot to reach almost anything. On the other hand, there’s only a tiny bit of counter space and a minuscule amount of useable cabinet space. So our storage extends into the dining room, with a couple of cabinets that I re-purposed long ago.

After fighting against glass baking dishes and storing dishes that have been threatening to fall on our heads from their spots in the kitchen for years, I did a bunch of moving around. I think daily life will be a lot simpler (and less dangerous) now. Thankfully, Middle Sister is home today to offer advice – she does almost as much cooking and dishwashing as I do around here. What a gem!

Looking forward to making supper tonight!