Can We? Three Short Stories of Permission

I.

My son came home from school the other day and saw me sweeping the floor.

His first question?

"Who is coming over??"

II.

My husband happened to be off of work this morning, so he helped with getting the kids ready.

Twenty minutes away from the bus arriving, I mentally ran over the things I needed to do. Not wanting to place too much of a burden on him (as he was doing his own things), yet wanting to make sure I could do MY things...and our daughter could get on the bus on time, I made a decision.

Lisa WilsonSeptember 8, 2013Mindfulness, cleaning, housekeepingComment

Leave It Broken

Lisa WilsonAugust 22, 2013Mindfulness, dishes, home, housekeeping Comments

If I Can't See The Clutter, Does It Exist?

(This is part one of a two-part exploration)

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We have boxes in our garage that I haven't opened in years. There are cups in the back of our kitchen cabinets that have held more dust than liquid. And then there is our utility room, which contains stacks of items we meant to sell after the last big decluttering session....

When we have guests over, they never see those boxes nor cups. As far as they are concerned, the utility room doesn't exist. I might joke about a a pile of mail on the counter or the dust bunnies lurking under the couch, but oh my, ...if they really knew....

We go weeks at a time without thinking about that clutter. keeping the high traffic areas in the home clean takes long enough. And then there is the lawn, and dinner, and the kids' swim lessons at 4:30. That pile of stuff doesn't realy matter, does it? And yet,

Even if it can't be seen, it still exists.

And because it exists, it matters.