One of my favorite jokes that Max likes to tell about me is that if I were ever lost he could find me by following the trail of candy/food/trash wrappers. I have to admit that yes, I am THAT person. I can't seem to make it to the trash can to throw things away. I eat a Babybel cheese in the kitchen and leave the wax wrapper on the counter. I chew a piece of gum and leave the wrapper on the coffee table. The door of my car is full of little pieces of trash.
I'm working on fixing this issue but it's been with me since I was a kid. I remember my step mom cleaning my bedroom and finding candy wrappers behind the headboard of my bed. The trashcan was within 3 steps of the bed but I just couldn't quite make it there. Call me messy, call me absent minded but I think it's just pure laziness. I find myself thinking that if I actually walked across the house to throw something out that would just be too much effort. It's an awful way to live and I'm determined to make some changes.
A couple of weeks ago I spent a good chunk of time listing out everything that needs to be cleaned in our house and making a sort of schedule for when things should be cleaned. My goal is that we will stop letting the dust bunnies build up before finally breaking down and cleaning because we just can't stand the dirt anymore and start keeping the house in order all the time. What a novel concept! A little sweeping here, a bit of dusting there and voila! we never waste another weekend day cleaning the entire house. So far it's going pretty well and it's making a noticeable difference on my mental state at home. I love waking up to a clean kitchen. In the past we left the dishes, went to bed and I washed them in the morning. This is a muchmuchmuch better way to start the day. I have also been attempting to tidy up and put away at the end of each night. Ashley, don't throw your jeans on the floor when it only takes a few seconds to fold them and put them on that shelf!
In addition to attempting to keep things clean and orderly I've been adding small touches to the house to cozy it up. I'm convinced that I can buy just a few small things that will bring many moments of joy to my daily life. For instance, a container for the dog food instead of a 40 lb. open bag sitting on the floor for all to see. It's the little things, people!
I was recently telling someone about all of this and they told me that I'm nesting. I'm not entirely sure about that but I do think that I am growing up. Weird to say as I approach my 29th birthday but I think I am finally starting to feel like a REAL grown up. I feel that desire to take care of my things and maybe even make the bed from time to time. I've spent quite a bit of time in my life saying that "when I grow up" I want to be like this or that...own these type of things...live in this type of house. I'm finally starting to see that a) I'm a grown ass woman and b) I can be or do or see whatever I want. If I want to be the type of person that has a tidy house that people envy then I just need to DO it. Stop talking and start acting!
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