I told you we excavated. With no walk to the front door, we are now keeping house guests at bay.
The excavation proved to be a very dirrrrrty project. And still is. We experienced a severe drought this summer, so imagine loads of dry dust flying and landing on any and every horizontal surface – on our cars, in the window sills, onto the roof, etc. – then multiply that times a kajillion. Then picture the kids tracking almost all of it into the house. Yep. I’m living in Awesome Town. In order to remain somewhat sane, I’ve completely let go of my Type A cleaning regimen. It’s useless at this point.
Letting go. Now there’s something worth talking about. I’ve done a lot of that recently. Renovation deadlines? Let ’em go. Sleeping baby expectations? Let ’em go. Laundry in the wash, in the dryer and in piles on the dryer? Let it go. Showering? Let it go. So, DUST ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE? Easy. Let it go.
Renovating a fixer-upper, being surprised with baby #3 and quitting my day job to stay home with the kids, while all very rewarding, are mutating my innate micromanaging nature. Okay, so in my mind I’m still micromanaging but in reality it ain’t happenin’. And maybe that’s a good thing. I mean, it’s very obvious that someone or something is trying to teach me to cut myself some slack. To just be. To take my time. To enjoy the process. To enjoy the day. To take it all in. All of it. Every last speck of dust.
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images: Dana Miller for House*Tweaking