I'm being a lot like my mother this weekend, but I'm not stressed out. I've been deep-cleaning the kitchen -- oiling the cabinets, dusting every nook and cranny, cleaning the stove, re-arranging the cookbooks. It feels good. It was time to do this.
The last time we had Thanksgiving here, I think E was an infant, and the house was still rather chaotic from renovations. More family members came than I had anticipated, and I had to pull out some plates from the back of the cabinet. I didn't realize that those plates were covered in a film of sawdust until someone was about to fill one up with Thanksgiving dinner. I caught it before my guests noticed, but I felt pretty icky that I hadn't made sure everything was perfectly clean before the guests arrived.
So... because it is time for this sort of deep cleaning around here and because I want to feel as relaxed as possible this week, I am leaving no stone unturned. I have pulled out everything from the cabinets and am washing it all and wiping down the insides of the cabinets. I'm sorting through plates and baking dishes and have a new donation pile growing in the garage.
I had hoped it would only take a day to finish this job, but I think it will take two and a half days. I'm tired, but this feels very good -- connected in spirit to the burning of the journals and even the emergency laundry room cleansing that happened earlier this week. I am getting rid of yuck and all sorts of negative energy. I am clearing space for creative, happy work. I am dusting off old treasures and getting rid of things that don't serve me anymore.