I am not a big fan of cleaning. My husband and I do what we must to keep the house respectable. I would much rather ride my bike, read, do projects to get ready for the coming school year or hang out on the water. Today I will clean and love every minute of it. Our son and his partner are coming home for a week. I can’t wait.
Now the cleaning has a purpose. I will ready their room and make it as clutter and dust free as possible. Their bathroom will get an extra scrub and hopefully a bit more sparkle.
Since the weather has cooled down, the kitchen will be next while I make granola and cookies knowing they both will love the homemade touches. I will cut flowers, fill the refrigerator, and declutter the mudroom.
When the children come home…there is a little domesticity that finds its way back into my world. I reminisce about when they were young while I prepare for their return. It feels good…right…very familiar.
