There is something so relaxing, de-stressing, de-compressing about blogging. Whether I'm writing a new post or visiting/commenting on other blogs, I find I can lose myself into the process. My mind is temporarily suspended from reality for awhile, even if I'm writing about something that really happened, which is all I write about. Not much of a fiction writer. Though maybe when I'm writing about an incident/event/situation, it starts to feel like I'm writing about someone else, I mentally remove myself from the picture. Anyway, when I am done, I feel like the stress of the day has lifted off my shoulders and my usual evening headache is gone. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. O.k., it's a good thing. A brain-stretching exercise that helps me unwind. That's a good thing! I prefer to be positive and somewhat of a cheerleader when I comment on other posts. My own blog goes from being positive to heavy sighs of whatever the day brought my way. This day has brought many heavy sighs, lots of crankiness from myself and others in the house. Hate days like this! But tomorrow is another day.
My birthday was a few days ago. It was a good day (I posted about it on my other blog, hesitate to repeat posts here). However, I had high hopes of starting fresh with this birthday. It wasn't a milestone birthday, just another year. But I am reassessing my life and the way I do things. I see lots of areas I'd like to improve in my life. Housekeeping, for one. This area affects my whole family so improving here would be a really wonderful thing. I have started the kids on various daily chores that is helping me with this goal. I've also started being more ruthless with what I keep and what goes. I really hate clutter but it's so hard to keep at bay. Add to that three children who love to create with all kinds of materials and the mess builds. I am working on teaching them to put things away more consistently. Homeschooling is not the neatest way to live, learning is messy - that is a fact I've heard from nearly every homeschooling family I know! But I am also responsible for teaching my kids to clean up and take care of their living environment. I'm not blaming my mom by any means but she was a perfect housekeeper who never showed her daughters how to keep house or clean anything. And I always had roommates who like to clean. Then I got married - what a shock! Fortunately, my husband's mom taught him how to clean or we'd really be in trouble. He's been a big help in showing me what needs to be done. He sees dirt in places I'd never notice. This can be annoying at times, as you can imagine. I think I'll stop here as I feel like I'm rambling and this is boring, even to me! But now that I've written down my goal of being a better housekeeper, it will serve as a reminder to keep up with that goal. Let's see how things are in 6 months!