It's a long weekend in my state of WA, but I work on NSW public holidays, so I have to wait an extra week. Never mind -- I've also booked some days of leave so I'm looking forward to a long, long weekend.
I'm going to meet up with at least one friend, do a heap of weeding and reading and cooking, and also clean the house. I feel as though when I was younger, I would not have been excited to clean the house. Maybe it's a middle-aged thing.
One of the kids' friends was hanging out in our kitchen the other night while I was making tea. He told me how they had a large spare room but that they didn't have anyone over because their house was a mess.
And I said, 'I know what you mean. Then again, our house is also a mess, but somehow people still come over and don't seem to mind that much.' And we laughed together about that (because he was over and doesn't seem to mind that much)!
It was one of those times when words come out of your mouth and you realise it was completely new thought you'd not said aloud before but also was totally true.
I still would like a cleaner, tidier house. I love it when the kitchen bench is empty of stuff and the washing up is all done. But maybe I have moved on from a deep sense of shame at not having coffee-table-magazine-level of home presentation and gained the perspective of 'the people who really matter don't care and will probably even wash up if I asked them to'.
I do love a good and unexpected epiphany (I guess all epiphanies are unexpected, but you know what I mean).