Productivity Can Be Painful
I hesitated using the above as the title of my post...earlier today, as I was in full productive swing, I was talking with Black Belt Mama as I perched on an old wooden ladder attempting to clean the 10 foot walls in the upstairs bathroom. We decided that it was probably not a good idea for me to be talking, cleaning, and climbing, so we hung up. So, BBM, I did NOT fall off the ladder...
But being productive can be painful. Case in point, right now, my lower back in throbbing from stretching to reach the highest point of the walls as I washed them and as I contorted myself to clean in between the radiator coils. Oh yes, I am cleaning like my mother cleans and as she said on the phone to me a little while ago, now I know why she goes to bed so early! I'm not sure what has gotten into me, but I hope it continues.
This weekend also proved productive as once again, Builder Boy has entertained himself while I cleaned upstairs. He's actually requesting that "we" clean upstairs. I think it's the novelty of being in a room we don't use often. He also likes to bring one of the Deconstructors with us and then "play" with them (which means he chases them, they freak out, and then scream bloody murder at the door to be let out of the room...). Regardless of why, I am content to get some things done. So, I managed to clean out a closet, get rid of two big bags of clothes and shoes, and organize a bit.
During this time of cleaning out, I came across a diaper bag that I used towards the end of Builder Boy's babyhood. Had this been early October, I would have been deeply saddened by this. I had decided then that it was time to move on from trying to have another baby. I was thinking that after the new year, I would begin cleaning out baby toys and baby clothes. Why keep them if this was never meant to happen again? And then along comes October 19th and I thought, "Wow, how exciting! I get to use this stuff again." I looked at the boxes of toys and clothes and longed for the time when I could wash them all and put them out. Fast forward just a few days to October 23rd...What do I do now? Do I start giving this stuff away? Keep it a bit more? Hope has been restored, but it's not without the pain of it all. So while the sadness is different, it also feels a bit more frustrating. I WAS ready to move on. I had begun moving in a forward motion instead of walking in one place for so long. And then something came along that hit the rewind.
So, today I sit here with a throbbing back, sore neck and an aching heart. I'm feeling so good about the progress I am making with my house...I just wish I could feel the same way with my home.
See, if I had just continued on my lazy, poor housekeeping ways, I wouldn't be feeling this way. Yet another reason why cleaning is a bad, bad thing! ;)


