So first off….
We are finally out of Retrograde – YEHAW!!! I’m just sayin’ that was a long 3 weeks. Now we have four months where life is on the upswing – all I can say is it’s about time. That was a rough start to the New Year.
Which is a good segue into why I believe my house should be torched instead of cleaned. Okay, all you insurance adjusters don’t get all crazy on me. I have nowhere else to go and I do love my house, but dang it all…. Cleaning really bites!
Now I’ve raved about my HHB, and I will continue to do so. The man can clean and cooks (and other things that shall remain nameless:)) like no body’s business – when he wants to. But, so the picture is clear in your head, first I must tell you he’s a handyman by trade. He can do it all—just not on his own house (okay I’ll give him a break, it also takes money). Picture a Mechanic with broken down cars in their drive – yeah, you’re seeing my dilemma now. But cleaning still has to happen.
I also have a lot of dogs and a cat – they shed. So I vacuum and mop. I live close to the highway. So I dust. There are also three other humans living in this house. Bathrooms must be cleaned. So guess where that leaves me?
Yep, doing most, if not all, of it. Now if I lived alone I’d have to do it all myself anyway. I get that, really I do. Somewhere in the rational part of my mind I do. But there are things I loathe doing, but guess what…I gotta do them or I’d never have a clean fork in my house.
It’s the daily stuff that really gets me. Doing the dishes – yep I have a dishwasher, but that doesn’t help with the part I really hate—which is putting them away. Doing laundry – easy enough task, right? Sure tell that to the pile of clothes waiting to fall over on top of my dresser. Clean windows – as long as you think dog’s tongues are clean, we’re good.
I tell you my woos, because I used to have a spotless house – when I didn’t work full time and trying to do this writing gig. Ahhhh those were the days—not. Now I’m pursuing a dream I gave up on and right now all I have is a messy house to show for it. But someday….
I’ll have a deadline and I won’t be able to find my computer under the mess. (Just keeping’ it real)
Tell me—what is it you don’t like to do?