I made the boys clean today. They’re pretty good about it usually. It’s not their favorite thing to do by any means, but after making them breakfast I was hit with the urge to start cleaning the kitchen, the kind where you somehow end up with three or more garbage bags full of food and old supplements and expired meds from 2018 that you thought you’d keep around in case you needed prescription-strength pain medicine.

And instead of 16 cans of bug spray I narrowed it down to more like 8. We end up with a lot of bug spray around here especially in the summer. There are separate kinds for gnats and ticks because what keeps away gnats doesn’t always keep away the mosquitos. The cats have their own pharmacy section in the cupboard and I got rid of their anxiety medication and antibiotics but kept the dewormer. I also kept their allergy eye cream.

So that felt nice to clear out some more space. The rug underneath the table that I was so wonderfully proud of was taken out to the dumpster. I go through these periods where I’m given this almost cold unattachment to things in whatever space has called for me to address it. They emptied out jars and burned boxes and moved the chairs from here to there. I enjoyed their company and was pleased with the results.