Keep Moving

I cleaned today, and I mean really cleaned. I had decided that I would bring Tuki to day care (she loves the other kids there) today so that I could shampoo the carpets without disturbance. Well that idea progressed into the idea of a real house cleaning for the homestudy visit this Friday. It was a good idea. I vacuumed, shampooed, swept, mopped and dusted, rearranged furniture on two levels of the house. Plus I took out of garage storage and cleaned all the kitchen and washer/dryer furniture that I had bought for Tuki from rummage sales (for $70.00) before I even knew her. It is now sitting along side my island in the kitchen. It will be a big surprise for her when I pick her up.

But one thing I noticed while cleaning is that I like my oldest bathroom in the home the best. Years ago, before the phase 1 remodeling (5 years ago) I would shower in the basement, towel dry then run upstairs and dress. It was cold, but good, because I didn't have to look at myself in the mirror for long. Then I had a brand new bathroom put in on the main level. I used it for the last 4 years. It was a little darker, I would shower, use the mirrors and think..you are looking pretty good for an old lady. The lighting was perfect for self-deception. But, now, now the (addition after phase 2 remodel) masters bathroom off of my bedroom has great lighting. It doesn't lie and I don't like the story my mirrors tell. I noticed as I was moving from bathroom to bathroom, I became older looking. No one has asked if I am Skylar's grandma yet, but as I see it, the question is on the horizon...


I just need to keep moving, and coloring the grays, but what to do about the wrinkles.........