I seemed to have been absent or asleep for a few key parts of the adulting class in college. I got all of the major things down so that I’m not a complete slacker, but it’s the minor things that I seem to lack the finesse in.
In a later blog, I will address cooking during the work week. For now, it’s cleaning. I really missed the boat on this one. My mother is a clean freak. Her house is immaculate. She used to vacuum 17 times a day. I think she’s starting to get it under control now and might only do it 3 times a day now. You cannot leave a glass on the counter for more than 4 seconds or it’s been washed and it’s back in the cabinet. Nope. 4.1 seconds, and it’s gone. She may even steal it out of your hand when you’re not looking. And leaving something in the sink for later? Perish the thought!! I think her head just might pop off her shoulders.
So you’d think, being her daughter, experiencing that all my life, and learning from her, that my house and my habits would be the same, right? Hahahahahahahahaha. Give me a second to get off the floor. I’m not really sure why. I guess it’s just how I am wired. I just don’t know how to clean well, and I just don’t clean that often. Don’t get my wrong, I like a clean house. It’s not like I want to live in a gross or messy house, but it just seems to be that way a lot of the time! I will admit, I guess I’m just lazy. I just don’t feel like doing it. I also don’t seem to be very good at it. Really. There are times I just have no idea how to clean something. Or how to keep something clean. Or I don’t seem to have the proper tools to clean something. Again, how did this happen? How did my mom not rub off on me more??
Really what I need to do is have a party every weekend. Or at least someone needs to come to my house once a week. That’s the only way to keep things clean. When we go a month without a visitor, forget it. It’s like like this quote from Apollo 13 I love…Kathleen Quilin plays Jim Lovell’s wife and they had a party at the house, and she comes out and says “I can’t deal with cleaning up, let’s sell the house.” That’s pretty much how I feel every.single.day.
And don’t even get me started on laundry…