I am so grateful that sometimes I listen to my mother. One of the best lessons my mother taught me was before you go out of town, clean your house from top to bottom. Don’t leave any trash and wash all your clothes. I just got back home. I am jetlagged and tired as can be. One of the best feelings I got when I walked in my door was to walk into a clean house. I jumped in the shower, put on PJs, stuck my hair up in a bun and climbed into my crisp, clean sheets. My heater kicked on just at the right time and I snuggled up with my daughter and we went straight to sleep.
I’m one of those people who don’t function well with clutter and chaos. I can’t stand looking around and seeing things everywhere, like piles of mail. The only piles I don’t mind are piles of books. To be able to come home and only have to worry about washing the clothes that we wore while we were gone is one of the biggest gifts I ever gave myself. So, this post is all about the best advice my mother has ever given me. Thanks, mom. See, sometimes I do listen!