Let’s face it… cleaning house stinks. It feels like the never-ending bane of my existence. I do the dishes only to have the sink pile up with more dishes two seconds later. If I wanted my floor to stay clean, I would have to vacuum at least fifty times a day. It can be so discouraging.
I have a friend. Imagine with me the cutest little old grandma you have ever seen. She keeps her silver hair in a perfect pouff, has formal old-fashioned manners, wears slacks and blouses at all times, and always gives high-fives to my toddler. She said something to me the other day that has been stuck in my mind. She said we young ones have forgotten a really important part of cleaning house. In her sweet grandma way, she said, “When you finish cleaning something, step back and say, ‘Well, now. Doesn’t that look nice?!’ “
So I have been trying her advice. Instead of just scrubbing everything down and walking away, I stop and look at the difference I have made in my home. I think in my best grandma voice, “Well now. Doesn’t that look nice?!” and enjoy the fruits of my labors for a few minutes before moving on.
The laundry still piles up and the tub still needs scrubbing, but I am trying to notice that what I do does matter and is contributing to making my home a place where my family is happy.
And to prove that it works, I am posting a picture of my hall closet. You just look at that and tell me the “after” doesn’t make you want to smile and say, “Well, now. Doesn’t that look nice?!”