I’ve always wanted to be one of those people who derives great joy from cleaning. For whom scrubbing and tidying and polishing et al. is like breathing, something you do without thinking about it much. Or something you even enjoy doing.
Sadly, for me, it is not.
It always seems like whatever task it might be will take forever (it usually doesn’t) or will be really difficult (it usually isn’t). But that’s not the heart of it, not really.
The truth is there’s always something else I’d rather be doing. Always. Cleaning, for me, isn’t one of those tasks I like to nudge higher on my list. Unless there’s something on that list I’d rather do less.
I guess what irks me about it is you are never, ever done doing it. Once you finish, something else needs it, or you have to start again. Round and round, clean and dirty. It would be great if you could check it off once, and that’s it.
Billion dollar idea. Someone should invent that.
What I’m saying is I should be cleaning right now. So naturally, I’m right here, on my blog. Yeesh.