I cleaned the house yesterday morning. And I was not happy about it. At least, not at first. I was a grumbly grumps on hands and knees scrubbing the toilet. Frugal Hound was stealing my cleaning rags and Mr. Frugalwoods was out of town for the day on business. Blerg. Who wants to clean at 8am on a weekend? Why am I doing this? Why does dust get stuck between my toes when I clean? How did dog hair get inside the shower? A litany of other complaints. But, I kept scrubbing and grumping around.
As time went on and the house got ever cleaner (and I finally put socks on to avoid getting more dust stuck to my feet), I began to calm down. I relaxed into my work. I started singing along with my Feist Pandora station and I adopted a sense of gratitude (song rec for this post: Mushaboom by Feist.
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