Last night, before I went to bed, I hoped and hoped and hoped and hoped that the cleaning fairies would come and set everything right. But these elusive fairies are my Great Pumpkin -- they never arrived.
So today I tackled the mess on my own. I will be working at the clinic the entire weekend, as well as, most of next week (with the exception of Monday). As such this is my only day to get the house in order.
To be perfectly honest there are about a bazillion other things I'd rather be doing; knitting, sewing, photographing, cooking, baking, reading ... you get the gist. But no. I'm cleaning. Because, truthfully, a messy house messes with my mind. It depresses me mentally and physically. This is not to say I want to be the one to set it straight but, hey, someones got to do it.
Hopefully it's not all for naught (are you listening children? I will have your heads!) My fantasy, my dream, is that I'll come out of the other end of this week with not only several days off but also a clean(ish) house. Then I can do all those things I want to do.
In the meantime I have posted the above photograph (Dream) in my Etsy shop. I wrote a bit about dreams there too.
I hope your day is everything you dreamed it would be.