Yesterday I spent the entire day cleaning my home.  My clean days seem to be fewer and further between lately, so when it comes time, it is sooooooo needed.  I embarrassed myself at how bad it was.  But it feels so refreshing and homey again.  Even James said last night while we were sitting on the couch that it felt really homey again.  While I was cleaning I was smiling from ear to ear, and I realized there is a feeling I get when I'm 'nesting' in my own home that is like no other.  Yes, sometimes cleaning can be a pain in the butt, when your really not in the mood... But when the mood strikes me to focus on nothing but my home, I really get into it and enjoy the heck out of it!  I play music all day long, burn incense, and just make pretty.  It seriously rejuvenates me. 

I still have a bit more to do today... the bedroom and bathrooms.  And I'm sure it will only take a few days to become a wreck again.  I've never been very good at putting things back where they belong.  I'm like my dad in that respect.  You could always tell what he had done or where he had been that day b/c he left a trail behind him.  But, I am like my mother in how I love to clean and rearrange and make things beautiful.

Time to go throw on some tunes and get back to it...