I think I’m going mad.
Let me explain. A couple of weeks ago Lee went out on a Saturday morning to play squash. It’s no big deal, he does that every so often. While he was out, I cleaned the house. It was prompted by a bad smell*, but in my cleanliness search for said bad smell I cleaned a lot.
I turned up Boys for Pele real loud and vaccumed, mopped, wiped down and washed for a goodly while. I also did the washing and took out all the rubbish and recycling. None of this is terribly unusual, I mean I’m not a total slob**, but the weird thing is this: I really enjoyed it.
I enjoyed the cleaning so much that I started sorting a giant pile of crap that’s been in the lounge lo, these many months. I started looking for other things to clean.
And I’ve been thinking about how much I liked the cleaning and looking forward to doing it again. So much so, that I asked Lee if he had squash planned for Saturday morning this week and was too embarrassed to tell him why I was asking.
Well, I’m not embarrassed any more. I may be going mad, or simply getting older, or maybe my gluten-lite diet is giving me more energy. I may even be turning into my Mother. (Well, probably not, since she cleans every day. I have no time for that level of commitment.) But what the heck, if it means a clean house I’m not ashamed.
I shall make it my vow to clean my house. I will commit to changing the bedsheets regularly and taking out the recycling. I will no longer be ashamed of my bathroom.
Yeah. Let’s see how long this lasts.
*which turned out to be an old Smoked Salmon packet in a bag waiting to be taken out.
**I’m not particularly tidy, but I like to have a clean place.
PoF: that extra $39 from JayJays. (Grey hoodie with dark grey stars all over)
CO: tomorrow morning!