Last Thursday night, I fell asleep at 7:30 and woke up in time to go to work the next morning. I did it again last night.
This evening, I feel asleep once again around seven and woke up three hours ago. My kitty boys gently reminded me that I had other things to do beyond sleeping.
My house is a bit cleaner now, litter box and turtle tank included. The boys are happy, well except for the kitty who is confined to the potty room but that is another story. There is more work to be done, but then again there is always more work.
Deciding to clean my house wasn’t an attempt at perfection, far from it. It was an attempt to breathe.
Exhaustion is something that with my work current schedule, I can’t avoid. Between job no. 1 teaching and job no.2 answering phones for a local theme park, I have worked the last eight days straight. I still have five more days before I have a day off. On top of all of this, I agreed several months ago to chaperone the senior trip to Universal’s Grad Night. It was a blast and I was happy to do it.
I have also written more than five thousand works on my latest project, read about twenty student research papers and designed lessons for four different classes.
Cleaning the house tonight will allow me just a bit more relaxation time this week and provides me with a little more mental clarity. A clean house may not actually be next to godliness, but it is next to sanity.
It was my choice to clean tonight; no one forced or pressured me.
It is a choice that I am proud of; along with my choice to be positive and happy. Sometimes we forget that those are choices. We wait for the perfect time to do this or that and never let ourselves breathe. Never let ourselves see the man on the street doing the robot dance as he waits for a safe time to cross the street or let out a laugh because we remember doing that in the fourth grade. We are too focused on getting to the store and using our coupons to save another fifty cents. We will drive an extra ten miles do so; never taking into account the gas we are using or the time.
My time is precious. It is as valuable as my happiness.
Tomorrow afternoon when I walk in the front door my floors will be clean, the living and dining rooms will be free of clutter and the bedroom won’t contain a basket of clothes waiting for my attention. Then I will be able to take part in my latest hobby-exhaustion napping. If I wake up before the morning alarm goes off, sweet. Otherwise, I will just let my body exercise its own choice to be happy and sleep.