Our living room got cleaned today. I'm ashamed to say that it was long over-due. Boss was home with us, and he's the one who spoke up and said "enough is enough." I turned on some tunes and we worked together as a family to put our home back together. It reminded me of the many times growing up when my dad would declare "enough is enough," and then turn on some tunes while we all grudgingly got to work.
(It's funny, the way memories work, how in the moment things seem tedious or boring or unexciting, but love thinking back on those moments. Remembering how my dad always had music playing, while he worked, while he showered, when he was out in his garden, makes me smile. It's for that reason that I prefer to have music playing while I work, I think it helps put me in the mood to work.)
Anyway, as we were cleaning I was thinking about why I hadn't just cleaned up sooner. I thought about why I let the mess pile up and sit for a bit before tackling it. Part of it, I will admit, is sheer laziness, with a touch of where-do-I-even-start? paralysis. But for the past 5-and-a-half months it has also been because I have a squishy baby who loves to cuddle and eat, but hates to be set down for long periods of time. Sometimes I'm mean, and let him cry longer than normal, so that I can accomplish something. Most days I indulge my
laziness baby, and keep him content.
But, after today, I won't be able to use my baby as an excuse to be lazy anymore. Today we bought what Mr. Boss has dubbed "the sanity chair," more commonly known as a Jumperoo. Little S already loves his new toy. After we got it all set up we put him in it for a trial run. My boy started bouncing right away, he knew just what to do. He grinned and bounced and let us eat dinner without having to do so one-handed. It was beautiful.
Now that we have this wonderful contraption, I'm hoping to get started on a de-junking project that I've been wanting to do, but haven't really been able to focus on. I'm getting really tired of feeling like "stuff" is taking over. I feel like it's kind of ironic that I felt the need to bring more "stuff" in, to be able to get other "stuff" out, but it is what it is.