We're in the midst of moving across the continent, to another country. The house is in chaos, with the remnants of life that were left behind after the movers were here--yet all too bare at the same time.
And I've swept the kitchen floor at least four times today (and I think it has been swept about seven times total). All of the sweeping was necessary, and not merely the product of an anxious mind.
On the other hand, cleaning the kitchen this evening (because habits are established by habitual action, as I keep reminding myself) took less than five minutes, and I was reminded yet again that an area can look completely disastrous yet take very little time to restore to some semblance of sanity.
I shall repeat this exercise until my brain finally gets it. And then I shall repeat it some more, basically forever, because that's how things stay clean(ish).
In other news, the elder child forfeited his Chinese food reward for egregious misbehaviour at Mass. Time will tell if this lesson sticks. The younger one enjoyed his Chinese food very much, while the elder wailed about the injustice from his room, after throwing his plate of crackers and rice (and later dined on mushrooms--his choice entirely, rather than the many other options presented and summarily rejected).
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