posted by Evi on Oct 12
Before you go wrinkling your nose in disgust, I do vacuum and dust – sporadically. And contrary to what you may think, my house is not a breeding ground for bacteria. When company comes, my house is always freshly vacuumed and the bathrooms cleaned.
When I was growing up my Mom did all the cleaning and always cleaned our bedrooms. My brothers and I were not the neatest kids on the block and as soon as we heard the whine of the vacuum cleaner we ran like hell, not to be found until dinner was on the table.
On occasion, I would enter my bedroom and find the jumbled contents of my dresser drawers strewn all over the bed. Sometimes, to emphasize the obvious, my Mom would grab me by my hair and pull me over to the bed to point this out. Of course, if I wanted to go to bed that night I would have to put everything away – and it had better be put away neatly! One night I lay my head on the pillow then immediately sprang out of bed. What the hell??? I picked up the pillow and there I found a forgotten pair of shoes. (Ma, if you’re reading this, please don’t get too pissed off. I forgive you.)
After moving to Florida and getting married, my husband and I were hired as co-managers of the community we lived in (that’s another story altogether.) Since we were pretty much on call all the time, I decided I didn’t have time to clean and hired a woman to come in twice a month. Aah, heaven – coming home to a freshly scrubbed home, the scent of Pine-Sol wafting through the air. Unfortunately, that only lasted until we moved away and I had to settle for a part-time job. No longer could I afford a housekeeper.
So here I am, back to doing my own vacuuming, dusting and supervision of scrubbing. As a matter of fact, I just turned the vacuum cleaner off for a few minutes to write this. I know there are many of you out there who don’t sympathize with me, but just imagine for a moment how wonderful it would be to come home to a clean house without having done all the dirty work.
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