Today I got my house clean. Really clean. I love a clean house! I mean really—I might be kind of a fanatic about it. When my house is cluttered, or dirty, I am very restless. I guess I can't sit here knowing there's work to be done, but not doing it. On the other hand, I feel utterly blissful when the house is clean. I do wish that others shared those sentiments. (I mean others who live in this house with me.)
Anyway, I did the dishes, cleaned the counters, the table, furniture, dusted, vacuumed, swept and mopped, washed mirrors and toilets, I did everything—even the laundry! But that's not all; I also made significant headway in cleaning my bedroom. That's something! (When my kids clean house, if they don't know what to do with something I say, resignedly, with a sigh, "Put it on my dresser.")
Today I got most of the work done before lunch. But then I got a little slow and lazy (the after-lunch blahs) and didn't finish until just before school got out. And then, oh dread! I had to go get the kids from school. Couldn't they just spend the night there? Just this once?
But they kept it all pretty decent. A few crayons out. A movie. Now we're off to the library. Maybe we can stay out so late that there's no chance to get anything else out before bed time. Imagine waking up to a clean house! Heavenly!
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I love a clean house too!! I just wished Ben felt the same way. If he did maybe he wouldn't put his dirty shirts on the floor next to the hamper.
I'm sure this is coming late since your house is probably messy again, but congratulations on a clean house!
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