All of us are tidying today – the boys are mucking out their rooms (and believe me, I use that term advisedly), and N and I are tidying other parts of the house. So far, he has gone through the cupboard under the stairs like a dose of salts, and we have got rid of stuff that has been untouched for 3 years. I’ve made the desk back into a working space, rather than a tottering pile of papers and magazines (though I have to confess that a stack of unread magazines has gone through to the conservatory, to await my attention – if I haven’t read them in a couple more months time, I will recycle them).
This is definitely a Positive Thing – the state of the house was depressing me, but the effect of that is a sort of paralysis that stops me actually doing anything about it, until someone else gets me started. I think I am overwhelmed by the size of the task, and I need someone to help me focus on one bit, so I am tackling one brick, not the whole wall. Thank heaven for N who is the original duracell bunny, has lots of energy, and is very good at getting started on tasks, sweeping me onwards with him.