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It must be spring, because I was in rare form over the weekend. I took Friday off as a vacation day and set to work cleaning our home.
Boy, did it feel good, too. I have to admit that I am one of the least motivated housekeepers I know. I don’t really know why. Mom always kept our house neat. She was a stay-at-home mom for most of my childhood, so that could explain some of her ability to stay on top of chores. But, still, I did not inherit all of her skills or energy on that front.
But I do like a clean house, and I think that goes back to when Mom would go into spring-cleaning mode. We washed down walls, washed windows (we had a LOT of windows) and scrubbed floors. Sometimes mom would get wax stripper for the linoleum on our kitchen floor. It always looked amazingly clean and new when she did that.
On Friday, I tackled our laundry room. You would think it is the largest room in our house, for as much as I hate cleaning it. But, it tends to be a catch-all for wayward tools or things we aren’t using that we want put out of sight. And, of course, there’s always the errant sock or other piece of clothing that somehow makes it out of the dryer, but never gets farther than the laundry-room floor. These are destined to be washed and rewashed until they finally find their way into a dresser drawer.
My most painful discovery was finding that one of our cats apparently had mistaken my Dear Husband’s open tool box for a litter box. That’s never good, particularly for the tools that were inside. Because he is forever buying new ones, I didn’t feel bad at all throwing the “tainted” ones away.
I have found a new location for said tool box, and am holding Dear Husband to his word that – after all my hard work cleaning and organizing the laundry room and the back room (what I call a “mud room”) – he will work hard to put things away when he is done with them. Perhaps putting this in print may help motivate him to keep that promise.
Of course, I can’t blame him totally for the demise of organization in our home. I am often guilty of leaving things out when I’m done with them. But, we’ve worked hard over the past few years to add cupboards and shelf space to give everything its “place” – so I, too, hereby renew my vow to eschew clutter.
On Saturday, I tackled the kitchen and actually did our laundry, now that I no longer felt the need to avoid that room. And I actually put clothes away, rather than stacking baskets of clean clothes on the floor of the bedroom, as has been my modus operandi of late.
On Sunday, I tackled the den and finally ran out of steam. Sometime during the week, it’ll be time to take on the living room and bath. I just hope I can muster up that same momentum I had this weekend.
Maybe I’ll get to it after a nap.
Phyllis McLaughlin is editor of The Trimble Banner. She and her Dear Husband live in Milton.