First Impression

Most people come in the back door, including hubby when he comes home from work. With the help of the kiddos, we redid the stairway going up to the kitchen porch. The kitchen porch is incomplete, small and messy right now and the door doesn't open all the way because of stuff piled. Then, you enter in the kitchen, which I try to keep tidy, but it is the hub of the house and main entrance.

Lately, I've felt burdened to make a good first impression by cleaning up an organizing the porch and kitchen. You see, hubby needs a haven of bliss. Our little cottage should bring him peace as he walks in the door. He doesn't need to fight with a door that swings back at him as he tries to enter because stuff is piled behind it. He doesn't need to trip over shoes or not have immediate access to drop his lunch pail after a long, hard day at work. He doesn't need to see clutter.

Hubby doesn't complain a bit, nor has he given any sigh or disapproving look. He's truly happy to be home no matter what. But I can't help feeling that any negativity to his homey environ can't be helpful to achieving bliss.

He may not really notice the door not opening all the way and swinging back because of junk piled because it's almost always like that, but I'm sure he would happily notice when it opens all the way and allows for clear entry into the porch and the kitchen.

The rest of the house stays pretty tidy for him, but a lovely first impression would be a really nice gift to give to hubby.