I'm a pretty messy person in general; my hubby can vouch for me. I used to ask myself, was I born messy? No. Do I prefer to be messy? No. I do believe that living as a child with an OCD clean freak Dad, who scolded me for leaving books on the dinner table contributed to me feeling free as an adult to leave things where I please and that I wouldn't be punished for it.
However, I do take responsibily for my scatters therefore am pretty darn grateful that Monday comes around once a week.
There's something about getting up in the morning knowing that I HAVE to start my Monday mornings off (my days off from work) with cleaning the house spic and span before I can treat myself to anything else. In that moment of spraying and wiping the mirrors clean, vacuuming the carpet, putting Darin's toys away where they belong, cleaning the fridge, dusting off the table, stacking away the dishes, folding the laundry, hanging my clothes, etc, it does something to my wellbeing. This ritual allows me to create a new slate for the week; to start fresh with new ideas and excitement.
Everything happens for a reason including the mess I create. Hello, that's what Monday's are made for.
