OK. I know that I gripe a lot about what a pig sty my house is, and how I have not the fraction of time I would need to get it clean.
I have a confession.
The problem is that I don’t have the time to make it as clean as I *want.*
Today, I thought, “Screw EVERYTHING. I’m cleaning.”
So I did.
And as I did, it slowly dawned on me. The reason I feel like I don’t have time to clean, is because that my idea of cleaning is slightly twisted.
Wiping baseboards. Dusting books (for crying out loud). Scrubbing the toaster oven and microwave. Bleaching linens. Cutting the hairs and yarn from the beater bar of my vacuum. Vacuuming the between the cracks of the radiators (big, old, cast iron kind). Vacuuming the BOTTOMS of my area rugs (and the tops, too, of course). EIGHT loads of laundry (and it’s still going). Mopping mopping mopping. Bleach bleach bleach.
If I was happy with a clean kitchen sink and the toys picked up, I think I’d be a different person.
Don’t listen to me when I complain anymore, OK? I’m just plain nutz. And I’m probably going to get some kind of horrible disease from bleach, since I’m too “tough” to wear gloves as I bleach damn near everything that will sit still for a moment.
In other news (though this follows the ocd title as well): Two weeks til the race. Since I am nowhere NEAR ready to run it, I’ll be working the next 14 days to drop some weight so that I won’t have as much to carry. That should help a little, I think. So if you’re someone I see IRL, please don’t offer me food. Thanks. 🙂 This especially goes for you, DigitalPenny, since all I can think of these days is that gumbo!! It was SOOOO good.