Hey people. I did it-- spent 3 entire days cleaning my house. 3. Days. And my kitchen is about 95% clean now! Seriously-- I didn't even get to expand into other rooms yet, but to be fair-- I relocated our *home office* in the process, and that also involved a major reorganization of the master bathroom-- long story. And no-- our new office isn't in the bathroom. :)
I'm still considering this to be an open project. Can't stop now. *Git 'er dun.* But have to make a bunch of little groupings of trees this week, and do have 4 commissions waiting for me, so the cleaning frenzy will have to take place in "chunks" now.
Much as I dislike cleaning, here are some things I concluded:
1) While I still do feel that there are things in my life that take much greater priority than housework (friends, time outside, sometimes youtube etc, heh heh) a lot of my aversion to it is probably related to not liking to think of myself as a *housewife*. This is kind of immature, and I should try to get over it.
BTW-- That phone etc cord octopus? I did find a good solution-- I cut a little hole in the back of this baskety thing. Now they're all hidden away inside. The jack is right behind it so they HAVE to be in this location, but not a bad work-around right?
Here is one area I decided I like and is *me*. Everything here is something I like, that has meaning for me. There is nothing superfluous or anything put here just because to the world it resembles *decor*. This is how I want my whole place to feel eventually.
It took hours to take all this stuff down, basically sterilize it, because that's how I roll thanks to Joanne's training, sanitize the shelves, walls, etc with infrared germ killing radiation (okay not really, but, you know, lots of scrubbing etc) and put it all back. Dan came in later and checked it out. "What a difference huh?" He dutifully replied, "Wow-- sparkly!" Then our eyes met and I was like, "Yeah. I know. Big friggin' deal right?"
I guess my take-away is that this kind of thing isn't real fun or even rewarding, but welcome to adulthood and home ownership I guess. As I work my way through it I'll think more about how I want my home to look and feel, and with everything freshly spiffy and non-embarrassing, it would be a great time to plan some gatherings I haven't had time to put together for a long time.
I don't expect my dislike of housework to really change, but I am going to try for more perspective. Getting and keeping the place a little more presentable means breaking my vow to *never* waste my time doing crap like this *when I grow up*, and that seems to trigger something in me.
A better, more mature promise I guess would be, "I promise housework will never eclipse the things in life I really value, or prevent me from spending my time in all the truly important ways. It will remain appropriately minimal, like any other chore, and not define me."