OK, I do NOT like cleaning. I know, I know, nobody does. True. I have read so many different types of books and blogs on how to keep your house clean. I understand all those concepts and know they work. I just don't do them. Why is this? Why do I put it off for so long and then go crazy in one day and clean the whole house? Why, when I am finished this mad cleaning frenzy, do I always say to myself, "This wasn't so bad. You should just keep it up now." But I never do. There is probably some deep physcological reason for this, and I could find it if I searched deep enough, but honestly I don't want to. I am fine if the house is dirty and unorganised. (to a certain extent) I don't feel bad if there are dirty dishes in the sink, or dirty clothes on the floor in the bathroom. I refuse to put all my self worth into this house and the current state of cleanliness it is in.
So, with spring just around the corner, the urge to purge is strong. That's ok. I am willing and more than able to tackle this giant and take him down a few pegs. Will I get everything done that I want to get done? No. Will I be disapointed because of this? Well, maybe a little bit. Will I let it affect my self worth? No way. There is so much more to life than a shiny bathtub. Good thing my kid's birthdays are spread out through the year. I always get the most done when I have the least amount of time. And I am fine with that!
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