Today the well is dry.
It is January, my least favorite month. I have no topics to write about because I am exhausted from the whole holiday rigamarole. It ended last night when we celebrated Sharon’s birthday and exchanged Christmas gifts with her and Kevin. I ended up with a splitting headache, so when I got home, I went to bed instead of brainstorming blog ideas like I usually do on Sunday nights.
M is with us this week, which is always nice. Other than that, there isn’t much going on except me deep cleaning the apartment. I started with the office, which is a treat because I always end up finding things that I forgot about. This time around I found a picture a friend of mine took for a college photography class. I framed it and hung it on my living room wall. I moved on to cleaning the dining room, but I haven’t taken down the Christmas tree yet, which is the next order of business.
We had the kids this weekend. I mentioned offhand that I needed to clean the bathroom on Saturday. An hour later, E calls me to the back of the house and shows me that she did it for me, “So you don’t have as much to do tomorrow.” When I say she cleaned the bathroom, she cleaned the bathroom. She even put up a new shower curtain that I didn’t know I owned. I gave her a pass on her usual chore of picking up the living and dining rooms because she busted her butt in the bathroom. L helped with the laundry, managing to get five loads done. M was on garbage patrol, running bags out to the cans for me whenever I needed it. K didn’t do much, but she did work well with E to clean their room, which is impressive as they are usually bickering when left alone too long. The boys even cleaned their bedroom, more or less, which I really appreciate. Of course, I am going to go in there and vacuum and clean under beds still, but they got the ball rolling.
So, you see, there’s nothing very interesting going on right now. I literally am writing about cleaning, probably my least favorite thing in the world. But, I am very grateful to my kiddos for helping out. I don’t even have to ask anymore. They each know they have a responsibility to the household when they come over, and they fulfil that. I just hope they do the same at their mother’s.
So, I write about cleaning because the well is dry. I haven’t written anything besides blogs in weeks, and nothing substantial, not even a poem, for almost a month. I am chalking it up to the outpouring of words that NaNoWriMo brought me; I went hard for a month and now I need a break. I am hoping the muse will return soon. In the meantime, I will clean my apartment and praise my kiddos and wait for inspiration to strike.
Ham 'N Eggs 