I've been cleaning the house obsessively lately. At first I thought it was because I started the FlyLady program. But FlyLady explicitly tells you not to be a perfectionist, and just do a little bit each day. I think I've been sublimating my law school anxiety into the house. We don't know where we're going to live, and neither of us wants to move. But every single person I have asked has said that it would be a terrible career decision to choose BU over Columbia. So much hinges on Harvard. Meanwhile, we're both on edge about the possibility of having to sell the house and move.
Tonight I tried to relax and focus on making our Valentine's Day dinner. (A duck! We've never attempted duck before.) But JW came home with major work news that means even more upheaval. And I headed straight for the sink to do the dishes.
For now, the house is the only thing I can control.
