Today, as a part of cleanup in my kids' room, my daughter shimmied under
her sister's bed to see why her trundle wouldn't push all the way in.
What she found included practically a full load of assorted laundry (no
wonder they never have any pairs of socks!), a book or two, random
earrings, and, of course, a few dust bunnies.
I suspect that almost all of my weekend blog posts involve some
cleaning-related topic--we tend to spend at least some part of Saturday
and Sunday recovering from a week's or multiple week's worth of chaos.
But in the case of the under-bed discoveries, the standard "why do we
have to clean?" moans turned into "oh, my gosh, I was wondering what
happened to that!" gasps.
Sometimes it takes a lot of digging to find what you've been missing.
Whether it's a sock or a new path that you need, days and weeks of
highly efficient excavation don't necessarily do the trick. Sometimes
it takes looking at things from a completely different angle.
As I watched my daughter, who is now almost too big to fit under the
bed, throw items out from the abyss, I laughed at how obvious a place it
was to look when we were missing things, and yet, how it took needing
to solve the "bed won't move" problem even to think about looking there.
Which means I should probably not sit in the same chair every time I job
search. And not take the same path every time I pick up a child from
school. That I should mix up my routine and work to fix the little
things, both so that they'll be fixed, and so that I'll get to see
things from a different angle. As I discovered today, sometimes that
really makes the difference.
And for another angle change, eating breakfast while standing on my
head. Okay, never mind. You can shake up my routine, but, whatever you
do, don't mess with breakfast.
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