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| Cake decorated by my niece and daughter. Beautiful! |
The past two weeks, I've been overwhelmed. Both my daughter and husband have birthdays within a week of one another, so the beginning of June is a mad dash to make sure everyone has the perfect day.
On Sunday, the last of the festivities took place and on Monday I vowed to relax. I kicked around the house. I organized my daughter's bedroom to make space for all her new toys (sigh). I made a beet and feta pizza for dinner. To some, this doesn't seem like a day of relaxation, but for me, slow, deliberate domestic chores relax my mind and body. The trick is being able to do the tasks at my leisure, with no deadlines. I enjoy the work most when I get to choose the tasks. Making dinner and cleaning house because guests are coming can be stressful. But making dinner and leaving the house a mess, just because I feel like cooking? That's bliss. I think it's because I feel like I'm playing house again. When I was a little girl who played house, I didn't
have to do any chore. If I felt like playing with my dolls, I did. If I felt like playing in my toy kitchen, that's what I did that day. My toy vacuum got pulled out when I felt like playing with it. As adults, I think we get too caught up in expectations. Maybe everything really would get done if we acted on how we felt each day. I was more productive than usual yesterday simply because the tasks didn't feel like drudgery.
The only problem with my plan to do what I want each day and know it will all get done eventually? I'm guessing our bathrooms would NEVER get cleaned.
