We are having company this weekend and I have been putting off cleaning my house all week. I’ve always had a good excuse and never seem to have the time. It’s really only one of our sons who’s coming, but I can’t risk having him see what a sloth his formerly neat mother has become.
I have serious dust bunnies. They lie in wait for me on the wood floors and as I walk by while they try to snatch at my ankles.
I won’t go into what other messiness lives in my house but I think you get the picture.
And so, I decided today that in exchange for the half hour’s time it took me to take these photos and then work on them in Photoshop, I would spend half an hour’s time cleaning.
I know you’re proud of me.
Cleaning has always pissed me off, especially when there are people in the house and they aren’t helping. For me, cleaning has always been something to get through as quickly as possible so I can enjoy the real things in life.
But you know what?
Cleaning is one of the real things in life. It’s a necessary thing. And when it’s done and everything gleams and the scent of pine and wood polish is in the air, it just feels like all is well. So I am thinking of taking a half hour every day, choosing a spot to clean, and just doing it.
I can find a half hour in a day. Or even 20 minutes. And if it takes me four hours to clean on a Saturday, I can do it in half hour increments during the week and actually have Saturday free to do as I please.
So, what do you think? Do you think this is a good intention only and that it will never come to fruition?
Because that’s what Blackie thinks.
Wish me luck, k?