Something became obviously apparent to me when we returned from a weekend visiting my in-laws: my rather lax housekeeping skills have tumbled right into disgusting.
First, being in a house that is spotless from morning until night and then again by morning kind of got me in the mood to appreciate cleanliness.
I have been on a purge binge for months now (no, not food, extra household items that serve no purpose in my household.) But somehow in the midst of all the purging, things keep multiplying. Crayons seem to appear out of thin air. The kids’ artwork rests on every flat surface. Clothes that missed old friends that had been donated, got together and morphed into yet more clothes.
I knew when I left that the house was in pretty bad shape. I chose to spend the day we were leaving in the company of friends instead of in the company of my vacuum. Given the choice again, I would make the same one without a thought.
One particularly bad result of that choice was discovered later when I rushed to do a last minute load of laundry during the packing frenzy. Uh oh. Yep, gross mildewed towels found lurking in the washer days after they were washed. A number of great suggestions from my FB friends didn’t even help – I didn’t have time to rewash them. They were thrown in a laundry basket so I could meet the packing deadline. And now my whole basement stinks.
But upon re-entry into my house and my life, it became so obvious that I need to unplug from my computer occasionally and actually clean. Today I made a huge start. My plan is to continue tomorrow. And the next day, if necessary (which truth be told, I could hire a team and they would need the whole week.)
Clutter – be gone! Undetermined food stains on the kitchen floor – be gone! Gross mildewed towels – really, really, be gone!