The littlest things.

This weekend I hosted some of my daughter’s friends to come jump and play on the new trampoline we were gifted (buy nothing group for the win)! I was doing my usual Saturday clean up. Trying to reset the house a bit after the school week.

As much as I try to have them always put their toys back in rooms, dirty laundry in baskets, shoes in cubbies and all the things - we have yet to wake up on a Saturday with everything in it’s place. I also do vacuuming and all those things too, regardless if we have friends coming over or not.

Once, I got the inside reset, I went outside and was absolutely disgusted at the sight of the picnic table on our deck. I have had this table for 10 years, but in the last 1-2 it has gotten the most use. We often eat meals at it and also since I have banned slime from being allowed inside it now has slime and other gross-ness stuck all over it.

I was about to try to attempt to scrub it down and thought, what if I put a table cloth on it? I also remembered I have some tapestries that I used to hang in dressing rooms on tour. I grabbed one of them and put it on top of the table and felt a wash of relief. That was taken care of.

Next up was putting together what has become my trademark snack tray for when we have kids over. It’s just a big cutting board filled with fruit, veggies, cheese, crackers, nuts and other snacks. I had been in constant movement for a few hours (hilarious that my oura ring tracked those hours as my most active all week- why don’t they have a workout tag for “cleaning”) and putting the board outside was one of my last things I wanted to get done before people came over. There was still plenty of things I could keep cleaning, but I was pleased with where I was.

I put the board out and then decided it was perhaps a good idea to get out of my pajamas, ha! I had forgotten about that. I popped inside, did a quick change and as I stepped back outside my breath was taken away.