Well, unfortunately that did not happen this time. Unfortunately I cleaned my whole house and I felt fine on Thursday. Other than the lingering repercussions of a mere two hours of sleep and some sneezing due to pollen and dust, I was fine. Apparently my arguments to Alex about requiring a cleaning lady in order to avoid me collapsing with a migraine in a pool of my vomit are not going to work.
I'll keep searching for a reason though, there has to be something that would put a cleaning lady back into our limited budget. Perhaps cleaning could be linked to a lack of desire for intimacy? I think some research is going to be required because that might be the key.
I did find that Wednesday's house cleaning was a delightful trip of self exploration. I learned a few things about myself that honestly, I probably always knew but I choose to ignore because I'm so fantastic in other ways....why focus on the negative?
Here's the run down of some of my lower points though, just in case any of the anonymous angry readers were looking for some more ammunition to throw my way when leaving nasty comments about my lack of wit, mothering skills, attractiveness, oh and how I'm such a horrible wife. Those are super fun.
1. Apparently I leave my shoes (a lot of them) all over the place. This would be fine, except that suddenly I'm the one that always has to pick them up. Where's the fun in that? This is obnoxious.
I also found a cluster flip flops next to the back door and four pairs of shoes in random locations, including the kids' bathroom and two under Stella's crib. What am I doing?
2. I tend to be a bit protective about anything I've worked on for several hours, even at the expense of being a little harsh with children just trying to have a good time. My good friend Jenn stopped by with her two boys to play for a while after I cleaned and I almost had an aneurysm when my boys wanted to bring her boys inside to play.
All I could think about was how I had JUST gotten all the dog paw prints and sand off my wood floors and they looked so pretty and the boys all are dirty, most of the time. I need to get my priorities straight, but thank goodness Jenn gets me and accepts my neurotic behavior and was cool with an outside only mandate for all kids, except Stella because she's too pretty to put outside, and I'm too busy to chase her around.
3. I apparently am too busy to walk water glasses from my nightstand to the sink in the morning. I really need to rethink my schedule because I must just have way too much on my plate if this is happening.
Perhaps I should also see a doctor to see if I have some sort of dehydration problem that requires me drinking 5 or 6 glasses of water a night?
Either way I have some issues that I should probably address.
Most likely I just need to stop being so damn lazy and walk to the sink with a glass in my hand periodically.
4. I am the master of washing clothes. I can sort and wash clothes like the most amazing stay at home mom that I am...but apparently folding and putting away is not my strong suit. This is day three of these cloths lying on the chair in my living room. Embarrassing and simply sad.
Those were my insights. I'm not in love with cleaning my house yet, but perhaps if I keep having all these powerful realizations while I clean I'll turn into a powerful woman while I do it. Maybe?
Do you like cleaning your house? Is that a stupid question? Does anyone like cleaning their house?