I wish I could say that my house is now pristine and ready for tours. It's not. It's still not even close. But at least now I can get it semi-presentable in a reasonable amount of time, and if someone were to surprise visit me, it would look like normal-person messy, rather than complete and utter slob messy. I'll take that. I'm happy with what I've accomplished, even if it wasn't everything I wanted.
I still need to learn to let go of things. I'm getting better, but I still have a long ways to go. I suppose the habits of a lifetime don't disappear in a month. It's frustrating.
I need to keep working on these things. Perhaps in the future, I'll spend a month on a single room at a time, to get things where they belong. For example, more time in the living room might've included making a slip-cover for the couch. Or reupholstering the couch. And building a better chair than the one I have. Who knows. Then again, I didn't finish the living room despite the time spent on it, so perhaps I'd just actually get it completely clean. I guess perhaps someday we'll find out. But for now, my house is cleaner. And I need to keep working on it, even if I won't be spending a half-hour every day on cleaning. (Incidentally, I don't count doing laundry or cleaning as part of the time anymore--only the first days of doing the kitchen, or the first time I did the bedroom. I still get behind on both of those. I need to get a system in place.)
And now...onto new and different adventures...but sticking close to home!
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