Ihave a young lady that comes to clean my house every other week. It’s nice because cleaning has never been one of my favorite things to do. In fact, if she didn’t come, it would probably never get done.
Men and women more interested in cleanliness than I am say you should change your sheets every week, clean your bathrooms every week, mop your floors a couple of times a week, etc., etc. I disagree. In my house, stuff like that can wait for two weeks. If you don’t want to see dirty floors or bathrooms, don’t come visit.
Now, granted, I do load and empty the dishwasher, do the laundry and try to keep things put up as best as I can even though, to me, emptying the dishwasher is my most unfavorite thing to do. Don’t know why. My trash can is used more than the dishwasher because of the paper plates, plastic cups and plastic utensils.
I try to keep up with the laundry but am not very good at it. In fact, I’m always tripping over a pile of towels or sheets when I go in there. Tommy warns me that I’m going to fall and break a hip one day. He might be right but, nonetheless, laundry is always sky high. My only reason for laundering clothes is when I run out of underwear. Can you think of a better reason?
There are two “junk rooms” in my house. One has all the holiday decorations, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Sometimes I get comments from visitors like “I see you haven’t had time to put your Christmas decorations up either”. I simply say, they are put up, nice and neat, it’s just that they’re all piled up in the corner. Don’t have anywhere else to store them. I don’t do attics.
The other junk room is where I throw stuff I don’t know what to do with. Everybody has a room like that. Come on now, admit it. People that keep things all nice and tidy
in every room in their house are weird. It’s just not natural. That old saying, “Everything has a place” is a bunch of baloney. Everything might have a place, but that place can easily be thrown on top of another thing that has its place until you decide what to do with it, which may be never.
Windows are completely out of reason. If I can see at least 20% of the outside world, I’m happy. The last time they were washed was probably during the first Bush administration. Don’t judge me or I’ll send the housing administration to inspect your home.
Don’t know if they’d do it, but I’d try.
The only thing I do try to keep up with is vacuuming. My dog, Sandy, sheds a lot. The last time my grandson, Landon, was over we laid him on the floor and he came up with a mouth full of tan hair. It was a little embarrassing, even for me.
Oh, well, keep on cleaning, Columbia County. As for me, give me a good book and leave me alone.