(Image credit: Pinterest, 8/13/14).
I could not stand it any longer. I took the big step, the plunge, I dove right in! I cleaned my house today! I dusted, cleaned bathrooms, and mopped floors. Lucky for me, my stupendous husband volunteered to vacuum. That is huge. With two Pomeranians, we always vacuum up enough fur to make another dog, even though we keep the girl’s fur short. Sure enough, there was so much fur we could have created a small cat.
I would not say that I hate to clean, it’s not that. It is more that I don’t want to waste time doing it anymore. I want to do fun things, not clean. Nevertheless, it is a necessary evil and the deed is done once again.
With all the bad news in the world today I sometimes find that a good house cleaning “cleans” my karma. I feel wonderful after everything is all shiny and clean again. My brain seems to work better too. In fact, I recently re-arranged my creative room where I do all my writing. Suddenly, I have had these bursts of brilliance that were not there earlier. I am not going to question, instead I will just go with it.
In fact, my kids still tease me about how I used to re-arrange everything when I used to clean the house. I do not have those tendencies anymore, but it sure served its purpose back when the kids were home. I found more junk piled under beds, stuffed in closets, and poked in corners. If they hid it, I found it!
My staunch Prussian upbringing meant that I too, had to be a clean freak like my Grandmother. I remember her scrubbing the front steps to their home every weekend – all on her hands and knees. Considering we recently power washed the front porch and sidewalk, along with the driveway I guess I inherited that cleaning gene. I suppose I could have gotten a much worse gene like a wine drinking gene. Oops! Sip Happens! I got that gene too!
Now that my chores are done I am headed out to the patio to enjoy the brewing thunderstorm. As a reward, I think a glass of wine is in order. Happy Wednesday everyone!