Time always seems to be the missing factor for me. I’m pretty busy with a full-time job and then writing at night. Ok, you caught me telling the standard get away with it excuse answer. It’s not really because I’m so busy. Truth be told, even when I have the time, I just don’t want to do it. I also don’t want to hire someone to come into my house. Silly, I know, but I want my privacy. If anyone is going to look at skid-marks on family clothing, it’s going to be me. I just feel funny having someone clean up after me.
Sometimes to motivate myself I buy new cleaning products or cleaning devices. Microfiber helped me get through a whole year once, but the microfiber thrill has passed. Right now, my interest in steam-cleaning is waning, so that one didn’t work either. I think I still have a large container of OxiClean and some Orange Glo from years past. No product or device is going to motivate me for the long haul.
I think I just have to face the facts. I do keep my kitchen and bathrooms clean. I do laundry regularly. It’s just the little stuff like the windows and regular straightening up that I’m a little lax. Living with a little mess now and again, seems to make me stronger, in that it reminds me I don’t feel like doing it all, all of the time. It reminds me to prioritize according to my life’s plan. Maybe one day housekeeping will be part of that plan. Until then, welcome to my mess.
How’s your mess? Want to be my Olympic team member?