I’m developing a real personal identification with fish and fishbowls. I know that sounds silly! But oftentimes I think of myself as a fishy swimming around in this house, going upstairs, going downstairs, around and around in the kitchen and looking out the windows and the trees and bright sun. I do go outside of course, but I also spend a LOT of time here: swimming in my fishbowl.
Because I have this little fishbowl, a key to happiness for me is to really ENJOY my fishbowl. To take care of it. To love it up. To find things to do here.
Since the kids have been sick all week I haven’t even driven the car once. I’ve just been here at home for 5 consecutive days. So being that I’ve been stuck here, rather than wish I WASN’T stuck, I decided to enjoy my fishbowl time and embrace it.
So I decluttered my tupperware! Yay!
I folded Secret Stash laundry! Yay! (more on that later)
I made sourdough bread! And real lemonade! And lemon bars! Yay!
And I’m currently making yogurt for the first time! Yay! (Before the internet I didn’t even know a person could make yogurt at home. Right now results are mixed as to how well it came out.)
Anyways, being at home has brought an opportunity for me to get a little more creative and do some organization.
Now…about that Secret Stash laundry. I have a little secret that I don’t tell my husband. I cleared out a space in my bedroom closet and I use it to stack all the unfolded laundry. This way our bedroom doesn’t constantly look like a laundromat with laundry baskets always overflowing! The bedroom looks clean and inviting even when I really have three loads of clothes that need attention. (But I don’t tell J that because I’d rather he just think that the bedroom looks great! Not, “well there is that laundry again that’s not folded.”) But here’s the thing: my laundry is never all folded. There is always some laundry waiting to come out of the dryer. So I was ALWAYS feeling the nag of an undone chore that never really gets done and every time I’d pass those unfolded clothes, it would nag at me even when I didn’t have the time to fold them right then. Now I can dip into my stash and fold even half a basket during a phone call and the progress made FEELS like progress. When it’s all just out there, half a basket of folding feels very unsatisfying against the backdrop of 2 1/2 more baskets. He he!
Here’s my cleared closet space (no one ever opens this side):
What it looks like from the other side when all stacked up (I only really use this closet):
I was able to fold two baskets today, so I still have one more left:
But if you were to come into my room all you’d see is the made up bed and niceness all around. Now my room doesn’t feel like a drag every time I go in, and I’m sure J likes it better even though he probably thinks I’m just getting to the laundry quicker. 🙂 If he ever finds my secret stash I’ll just fess up to my motives, but for now I’d rather he just think I’m doing a better job! ha!
I wore this dress to church last Sunday. Before The Great Virus befell the children 😛
Have a wonderful day!
Linking to Pretty, Happy, Funny, Real– because this post has all of the above, although I’m not good at dividing!