In Which the Dust has Settled and Now Must be Swept Up...

We've moved! McNASA and I are more or less established in a beautiful three bedroom Dutch Colonial on a charming street in Southwesternburgh. It was a flip house that we are currently renting (although I think we should plan on buying it...we'll see); there are dozens of windows (our old apartment had two), a fireplace, and little charming touches that make me giddy when I think about them.

Seriously. I was standing in our kitchen last week and the windows were all open and the coffee was brewing and the breeze came through and I squealed like an eight year-old with a new doll house. I love having a home. I love lighting candles and plumping pillows and standing in the foyer, admiring the plenty.

What I don't love is the cleaning. After living in an overcrowded three room apartment where cleaning just felt like a watse of time, I have all of this space. So much space.

And space, that bastard, has a penchant for dust.

So I've taken three weeks to hope that housekeeping magically happens in the night (aka, I can wear down McNASA and he'll do it), but it's looking dubious. So I have armed myself: Organic Housekeeping. The Art and Science of Keeping House. Mrs. Meyers. And a heck of a lot of cheap and pretty washcloths. I've joined FlyLady with a Buddy (the renown Homemaker/career gal/Super Wife, Jude), and promised McNASA.

So, here it goes. Please keep the good thought.