My attempt at relaxation last night blew up in my face.  I came home from work with the mindset of "I'm going to make this dirty apartment my b***h" and immediately got to work scrubbing, recruiting my woeful husband in the process.

We started cleaning at 6, took a break for chicken nuggets and an episode of Roseanne at 7, then continued on until 10:30pm.  Trust me, no one is more surprised than I am at how a 550 square foot apartment could possibly take that long to pick up.  Normally, I could just swing the broom once and have all the rooms swept, but our closet was begging us to put it out of its misery.  I had a ridiculous amount of clothing before we were married.  After our holy union, both of our respective wardrobes joined forces to create the Megatron of cottons and polyester.  It's ridiculous. My husband and I have a love of nice clothes and, unfortunately, a shared hatred of folding and putting away laundry.

But at least it is a contained mess ... contained behind the closet door.

It looks worlds better.  Worlds, I tell you.  It's a walk-in closet that can now be, well, walked into. I even managed to rearrange all my books into neat piles (that in istelf is a daunting task ... there's nothing I like more than library books! Well, besides, not returning them).

The only problem is that the consquent laundry vomited all over the living room into piles waiting to be washed.  And we all know how much I love to do laundry ...

So, needless to say, I didn't get much relaxation in.  Although I think it is fair to say that a clean, organized closet is calming in and of itself.  It's definitely one less thing to worry about.  And hey, get this, when I woke up this morning and went looking for my black shirt ... I could find my black shirt!

Imagine that - my mom was right!

Hopefully my upcoming vacation time will allow me ways to calm my body and relax my thoughts.  Though there are the upcoming holiday get-togethers and the final preparations for my dear friends' wedding, I think I can find plently of down time to sit still and appreciate the moment.  Even if I can nab a few quiet moments of cuddling with the husband and looking at the Christmas tree, I think it will do wonders for my spirit.  I need to be still more often.

Merry Christmas and happy holidays!

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