There’s always something to do around the apartment: laundry, sweeping, reorganising the craft area, clearing out clutter. Growing up in an immaculate home, I tried to follow suit in the early days of marriage. Seriously, you could walk into our family apartment at any time without warning and do a photo shoot for a House & Home magazine. My mother kept a beautiful home.
Unfortunately, I have not been able to do the same. I am not as disciplined or focused or hardworking as she is. Also, I live with 3 Pack Rats, and no matter what I do, little piles seem to build up. It used to frustrate me, but I have become quite zen in the last couple of decades.
I often find myself distracted by funner prospects, like baking cupcakes with Younger Daughter, or singing with Older Daughter, or having a cup of tea & an almond croissant with Loving Husband. Needless to say, I usually give in to these simple pleasures.
They don’t seem to mind the mess; I guess I shouldn’t either.
Feature Photo: a good match – almond croissant from Tiong Bahru Bakery, and tea served in my “Surprised!” china cup from The National Gallery, London (design based on my favourite painting there by Henri Rousseau; my holiday gift from Loving Husband)