Normalcy

Yesterday was about as perfect a day as one can have.

It was my first Saturday since the end of January that I was not worried about papers, studying, grading, lessons, or anything else.  (Which is not to say I don't have papers to write- I do- I just stopped worrying about them.)  It was my first Saturday I did not live on a pot of coffee just to keep my energy up.  It was my first Saturday of normalcy.  

I woke up at 8 and had myself a nice cup of coffee.  I watched last week's Grey's Anatomy, which I vow to stop watching every week.  By ten, I was out of the house and on my way to the mall, a place I have thankfully avoided since December; however, despite my abounding hatred for the place, I needed a few new things to wear to school in the warm weather and I had to put the items on a store credit card. 

When I got home I ate a delicious lunch- leftover Mexican from the night before.  I opened all of the windows, even though most don't have screens, and the doors.  I turned on the fans.  I put on some loud music.  I changed eight light bulbs, because apparently the ceiling fans in my house read my blog and the light bulbs went on strike because three more went out since I wrote that post.

Then I cleaned this house.  I cleaned like I have never cleaned before.  I mopped, vacuumed, dusted (okay, so I only dusted the TV- I still dusted), and put everything away.  I'm not ashamed to tell you, Dear Reader, that we were living in a pigsty.  A Ms.PeachesSty.  Dirty tissues from being sick.  Envelopes from junk mail and bills.  SHOES EVERYWHERE.  And now it's simply peaceful.  Unlike this picture.

Forget anonymity, that's actually me cleaning my house yesterday, Dear Reader.  Do you still love me?

It felt so good to clean the house.  Mr. Peaches cleans- and is perfectly capable of doing so, know that- but I actually enjoy cleaning.  Not every day, certainly, but I do enjoy it.  Something about control and immediate positive reinforcement, methinks.

I cooked dinner and cleaned up all of the pots and pans before Mr. Peaches walked in the door from work.  It was sitting on the table with a freshly opened beer when he walked in.

We talked about taking a walk, but The Peaches and Mr. Holden ended up taking a nap together in bed, which I wouldn't change for anything.

And then, and here's the icing on the cake, People, and THEN I beat Mr. Peaches at Scrabble for the fifth time ever.

And then I blogged.

Happy.  Normal.  Perfect.

Happy Sunday, Dear Reader.