I’m entering my second month of retirement, and I’ve discovered that I’m not a horrible housekeeper, after all. During my working life I was scrambling to get up, dressed, fed and off to work each morning, and by the time I got home in the evenings, my energy was low and I barely managed to do what absolutely HAD to be done. Then weekends were for catching up – something I never actually did. Now I’ve discovered the glory of the calm, retired life.
I awaken each morning, amble into the kitchen in my jammies and prepare my mug of coffee. Then I sit in my recliner and enjoy my coffee and catch up on the news – either online or on TV. Then I make breakfast and see Ron off to work. Sometimes he and I will take a walk before he goes to work.
Next I get a shower, get dressed and then, at my leisure, I make the bed, take care of dishes, laundry, generally straightening things. I stroll out in the yard and fill the bird feeders, check the garden to see if anything needs to be harvested. I might hoe some weeds in the garden or trim the rose bushes.
If I have something planned for the morning – like walking with Meleah, babysitting Evey, being with Lily and sophie, appointments – whatever – I just do all the leisurely stuff when I get home.
The house stays straight and looks company-ready ALL the time. No dishes piled in the sink, no crumbs on the kitchen floor, no laundry piled a mile high. The pantry is neat and organized. Laundry is folded and put away. I can actually find what I want in my closet.
I’ve always read that a cluttered home increases stress. Now I’m seeing the evidence for myself of how a clean and organized home makes for a calmer life. It’s nice.