Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Midweek Confessions, Cleaning Edition
I am a bad cleaner.
There, it's out there in the blogosphere. I sometimes try to play games with myself like, "pretend this
isn't your house and you're really just cleaning someone else's home" or ,"pretend you're on Devious
Maids and this is your job" but it never works. Probably because I eventually remember that this is
my job and I hate cleaning. I'm always tempted to call in a cleaning service and then sit back and
take credit for how great the house looks. Well, how gorgeous it looks for all of ten minutes, I should
say. But, in those blissful ten minutes before a diet coke can or stray sock is thrown into the
middle of it and finger prints are all over my table the house looks heavenly. Then the clutter unveils
itself. I can never wrap my head around all of the clutter. How does it never wind up where it is
supposed to go and how do we own so many socks?!
I get so distracted when cleaning, I start one thing and wind up doing another, It takes me HOURS
to finish. So I guess it's not that I'm a bad cleaner, I'm just an unmotivated ADHD cleaner. I know
it's all going to come tumbling back down on me in a matter of minutes and I'm the only one who
keeps it up. It's a 24/7 job and it's a pain. And once I get going I want it to be perfect. I want the base
boards clean in between the faucet crevices to sparkle. Last night while cleaning I noticed the front
door had a little something on it, then I noticed the backdoor "track" was dirty while letting the dog
out. I hadn't even made it to the upstairs or completed the downstairs and I was worried about that?!
Don't worry I stopped in the middle of all it to make some cole slaw, no jk, and chicken salad at
Oh and the cats, the cats are against me. The minute I clean their litter box, they jump in and toss
litter out onto the floor. I literally can't keep up with the cats. I have swept the outside "welcome
mat" area of the litter box up to 4x in one day once and every time I walked in...messy. It's a no win
situation with them, I'm outnumbered and I give up.
Please send help in the form of someone to corral my cleaning skills, a cat whisperer or a fork to
come help me eat this yummy coke slaw!
oh and head on over to E's blog to read more confessions!