I hadn't realized how dusty and dirty the bedroom had gotten until I started cleaning it yesterday. Intending to take an hour or two to tidy up beyond folding the laundry, it turned into an all out cleaning extravaganza going a full five hours. I threw out tons of old stuff from drawers, went through the hall cupboard and the underbed storage boxes, oiled the wood, cleaned the mirror, swept under the bed. I tidied up my side of the closet and offered an empty storage box to Rick, but he wasn't interested. His side of the closet still looks like an explosion. But when I woke up this morning, the wood was gleaming and beautiful instead of dingy and dusty, finding the right necklace was trivial, and my feet landed on clean hardwood instead of a random dustbunny. I had intended to clean the bedroom and my room, but that didn't happen, so I'll have to find some other time to do that this week, not to mention the bathroom. Housework is an endless chore, and don't even talk to me about the condition of the back yard. There just aren't enough hours in the day to keep up on it, and Rick has zero interest in yard work. And so it grows. And I'm just willing to live with it for the moment. It's time will come.