It is… windy… today. Very windy – I suspect that if I threw open my windows, I’d be getting blown around the room by it. I could feel it shaking my rollychair yesterday, which was… bemusing.
Thankfully, I like the wind. Coming from Texas, adverse weather is oddly comforting. Perhaps there’s some silly bit of frontierswoman in me, if not a proper one – I’m not out in the wind, just enjoying it from the comfort of my home. By the same token, I am ridiculously happy with violent thunderstorms; I made a conscious decision to adore them as a child. It was probably for the best – Texas summers are very prone to such vicious storms, where the sky is as day in the depths of night, where the sonic percussion shakes your very bones… yum. Earthquakes, blizzards… mmm. I guess, really… I just think nature is neat, and appreciate her awe-striking ways (and hope that they never incapacitate me in any way *grins*).
Otherwise, I’m doing my part-time gig – domestic goddess-ing. I love that, while I desperately need my alone time, that it doesn’t take as much to make me ‘happy’ now. I’m thrilled to be bored enough to want to start cleaning and tidying, and making my house more homey. Oh sure, I can’t do it all – there are a few piles that I need the husband to shift, ’cause he knows what’s in them! But I can otherwise get the little one’s toys cleared away (there’s a floor under those Legos?!), do laundry, and try to make various piles of things look half-assedly organized. I’m not a dusting-scrubbing sort… at home, at least – I tend to do it subconsciously at my mother-in-law’s house, which drives her batty.
Really though – I have a kid, I have pets – if you want a show house, go back to watching Leave it to Beaver or something. *giggles* I won’t say that having kids means that you can’t have nice things, but then, I don’t give a huge crap about material possessions past my books and computers. So what if my carpet has flapjack and rusk ground in? So what if my shirt is covered in fur and juice? I knew what I was getting into when I opted for this parenting thing, so it bothers me little. And I must admit – I’ve never understood wanting a show house. Why live somewhere that you can’t… y’know… live? Though I suspect that most people have come to that conclusion in the past few decades, hee hee.
Oh dear, how my mind meanders. But then, I admit that I’m jotting this down as I wander through the house, doing bits and bots as it suits me to. I should probably sit down and draft a master list… but we’ll see. At least some bits are getting done, so that’s nothing to be sneezed at! 😀
And now – back to waiting for rain, and cleaning in happy tiny drips and drabs.