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Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Oct 25th - Cleaning

So cleaning isn't my most favourite thing to do but I must admit that I am a little bit particular in this area. I don't ever do a huge fall or spring cleaning and clean my house in a week. For many years I've done, like, one or two rooms a week and tried to get through my house in a month. I spot clean and dust and clean bathrooms and vacuum daily.


But I never feel like I'm on top of the world for cleaning. My dear mother-in-law is the world's cleanest lady and I never measure up. She never makes me feel that way, it's my own interpretation. But when she came over to help me set up for a Christmas business party one year she came in with stuff to spot clean my carpet. And I was just thinking about enough food and chairs at that stage of the game. That just tells you how different we all are.


Sometimes I come home and see my house through different eyes and usually I think, Hey, it's not too bad in here! I think my biggest thing that makes me feel like things are messy and dirty is disorganization. Little piles of this and that sitting around drive me completely batty. I do definitely have zones that get hit bad but there's nothing quite like the feeling of totally cleaned off countertops and a place for everything and everything in it's place.


I am fiercely choleric and a lot of melancholy on this subject. I would nine times out of ten do a quick job and not necessarily a perfect job of cleaning. Also, I would almost always choose a way that to me looks appealing and spend a little bit more time on looks than making sure every crack and crevice is spotless. One thing I do love is clean windows and I'll do many quick window cleanings during summer on my front windows and my main lived in rooms. But I'm doing good to get my bedroom windows cleaned twice a year, partly because they're way up and hard to reach.


I obsess about cleaning garbage up off the yard and making sure the grass stays green and edging beds and trees and spraying weeds. And parking things in rows and lining things up and stuff. Now doesn't that sound almost like an obsessive compulsive confession? And I'm tremendously bossy and get all my men to help me with it all. But really, Pat is always supportive of the tidying and cleaning and the boys helping. I think we've both thought that everyone is happier if they help out. And Pat himself is fiercely particular about looks and cleanliness and so is his family. And perhaps, that is partly why it's important to me too. Whew.


So many confessions. Who would've guessed that was all waiting to escape the pen?


I'm not going back to edit. All I ask is that you'll still be my friend! ;)

10 comments:

  1. Of course we're still friends, we're sisters after all. Your place always looks beautiful to me and I'd love to see it all again.

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  2. I'd be right comfy at your place.

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  3. Sounds just about right to me!

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  4. And then you have everything neat and ready and while your back is turned the dog hauls up a dead fish or bird and he must show you so it's placed close to the house or door... And you confidently step outside to invite your company in and this dog can't believe that all these folks are here to view his treasure.....

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  5. Oh I hear you. I loudly proclaim that it never mentions the virtuous woman had a clean house... and I say we are here to live and connect... and yet the inner demon loves to loudly berate me for not doing more. Doesn't seem to matter if I just did a nice thorough job or not. Oh well. I've tried many things like 1 job/week etc. Right now it's at a when I get to it mode. We are 2 adults here after all - the floors don't need a fierce scrubbing every week. But yeah - some days it shows and I loudly proclaim that it matters far more that I'm present and can be here to have a good visit with you. But I may need a hug to tell me I'm okay. You want one too?!

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  6. Hmm. I didn't edit that either... and I'm thinking that sounds like I'm insecure about myself. Oh - maybe I am and maybe that's not a bad thing...

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