How long would it take you to realize that your home had been burglarized. Sometime in 2006 I was living with my then husband and two children in 3 bedroom bungalow in a not-so-great neighborhood. When I arrived home from work that day, the house looked pretty much like we had left it. Dishes from the night before were still in the sink. The kitchen table was still top-heavy with mail.
I entered my bedroom next. The bed was unmade. My pajamas were laid on top of the rumpled covers while my husband clothes and shoes were strewn in various places on the floor. The top of the dresser had it usual stuff on it–earrings, mail, watches, receipts.
It was finally the mattress that caught me eye. Something was off with them. They had been clearly disturbed. My husband and I had a decent sex life but we’d never knocked the mattresses of the frame. Our mattresses had been lifted up, in obvious search for money, and dropped haphazardly onto the frame so that the top mattress hung over the box spring.
That was the only clue we had our home had been burglarized. They were obviously petty thieves, only stealing my wedding ring, that I’d only taken off because I was mad at my husband, and all of my popular DVD’s movie.
My husband had complained about my housekeeping habits in the past, but it was at this point that I realized I had a problem. I was so embarrassed when the police came into our home to take the report. Surely they were thinking that the house had been ransacked when that was how it looked on any given day. I knew in my heart that I wanted to be a better housekeeper, keep a more tidy house. Not for my husband, but for myself.
That incident marked the beginning of my journey for desperately seeking clean! And, oh, what a journey it is! I’ll be posting about the journey because pursuing it is a big part of who I am.
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Those before and after pics are incredible. Good for you!