My Assignment to Self
Deep cleaning this house. Just me. Therapeutic. Shiny, polished, vacuumed and straight for about 5 minutes. It hasn't happened yet. This is my assignment for the week, before I go back to work. Months of mental promises to get rid of stuff that may be useful to someone else looms before me. I really don't know where to start. It was so easy to ignore everything while I was flat on my back on the couch - nothing bothered me. Swiffer duster did all it needed to. Now everything that has been so neglected has to be made right. It's a mental thing.
House cleaning rule: start at the top and finish by vacuuming. I already have forgotten to dust the ceiling fans, so there goes the furniture I've already cleaned. Blinds? Oh, those things behind the curtains...
I was going to finish Sher's table top quilt, too.
Ha.
1 comment:
Glad to hear the good news of your mended bones. I know what you mean about the house. Ten months of being caregiver for my husband and ignoring the house have left it in in total chaos. I've manage to make a small dent, very small.
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