I have a thought: if we had to clean and itemize and categorize and organize every single item in our houses, we would have a lot less stuff. Likewise, if we had to grow and process and preserve and bake and mix and cook and broil and serve every meal, we would eat a lot less.
My mother gave me 6 weeks of housecleaning as our "baby" present when A. was born; and then she gave us another chunk of housecleaning for Christmas. This was AWESOME. A true sanity and sleep saver. But I am happily back to cleaning the house again (honestly; I kind of like cleaning) and realizing how much stuff we have. We have lived in this house for 4 years, and doubled the size of our family, and wow, does it show. We have major decluttering ahead of us in the coming months. Purging and decluttering takes serious effort, and it is quite tedious. But in the end, if I can shave two minutes off my dusting time, that would be so worth it! I do not like cleaning enough to do more than I need to. And with two small daughters, I certainly don't need to look for things to clean.
I am also, even more happily, back to cooking and baking. Roast chickens, muffins, apple coleslaws, yogurt, etc, are once again emerging from my kitchen. R. and I are even going to make mayonnaise this week, which will be an exercise in experimental cooking to be sure. It's a lot of work. I mean, it's not terrible; the chickpeas are bubbling away in a crockpot on the porch so it's not like I'm stoking a woodstove and chopping kindling in my spare time. But it's certainly not drive-through fast food. When I am the one mixing the breading, dredging the raw chicken through raw eggs, and frying it in loads of coconut oil, I am certainly going to enjoy the organic homemade goodness of chicken strips. And I am certainly not going to overeat. I'd rather save a few strips of chicken for lunch tomorrow...and save myself a little bit of work then!