So I’m the first to admit I am not a great housekeeper. Don’t get me wrong, there are no bugs crawling around (at least none that I see), but there are several colonies of dust bunnies living under my furniture. (Besides, I don’t want to be a killer of bunnies even if they are made of dust.) No one has caught the plague from visiting but I can’t guarantee there won’t be a dead cobweb or two lurking in a corner.
In the past, I was pretty haphazard in my cleaning routine which is a fancy way of saying there was no routine. In fact, it took the threat of people coming to visit to propel me off the sofa and induce me into picking up a mop and broom. Even that didn’t cause me too much stress as I figured people coming to visit wanted to visit me and not inspect my house with white gloves. Although one of my offspring may actually have done so . . . you know who you are. . .
But something happened when we moved to our new house four months ago. I actually started cleaning on a regular basis, as in once a week! I’m talking sweeping, and moping, and dusting, and cleaning the bathrooms. I don’t know what happened and I wonder if I should be worried about myself. Maybe it’s because my new house is half the size of the old one so it takes maybe two hours to clean the whole thing . . . Okay an hour and a half ‘cuz I refuse to scrub the crevices on my hands and knees with Q-tips as I haven’t totally lost my mind and I still don’t want to kill those bunnies.
Mondays morphed into cleaning day as that was my day off and I didn’t want to waste the weekend cleaning. But last Monday I had to work so I missed cleaning and next Monday I have to work and my new responsible self couldn’t go three weeks without cleaning so I cleaned today (Friday) after work because as I said before, I certainly didn’t want to waste precious weekend time with that task. Then lo and behold, I had an epiphany! Friday between 4:00 and 6:00 is the perfect time to clean! The weekend hasn’t really started and Mondays can be totally free! I now will have three whole, glorious days to do whatever I want!
Okay, so I’ve been doing whatever I want on weekends and Mondays ever since the kiddies flew the coop but Saturdays and Sundays always had a bit of a cloud hovering over them as I knew I had to clean on Mondays. Yeah, yeah, two hours (or one and a half hours) isn’t a lot of time and the thought of cleaning is more bothersome than the actual cleaning but now I have thrown off that shackle and can tackle all those other things that have been accumulating on my To Do list. . .
In conclusion, I guess I still won’t have the words, “She was an excellent housekeeper” carved on my tombstone. . . Although one of my offspring who thinks she’s funny may do just that . . . you know who you are . . .