I blog about as frequently as I clean anything, which will give you some idea of about how often I clean anything. We’re having company today, but it’s my parents and my sister, and they don’t care. Well, my mom will give me endless grief about it, but since I’m not sensitive about my housekeeping skills, I don’t really care.
We were away in Florida. We went to visit Bishop Mishegas’ grandparents. They have a very clean house. We also saw some kin of the bishop’s – a couple about our age who have a two-year-old daughter and they live in antiseptic splendor in this extremely enviable Craftsman house on the water in Ft. Lauderdale with comfortable yet sturdy furniture. Their house was actually cleaner than the Bishop’s grandparents, who are famous for their clean house. Their house was so clean it was frightening. I look around houses like that and I say, “But where do they keep all their CLUTTER???”
When we got home, our house looked so filthy to my spoiled eyes, and so I actually cleaned it. That is, I cleaned the living room, the kitchen (I have to finish the kitchen), and the bathroom. My friend Tracy loaned me her steam mop (see previous post) and I felt compelled to try it out so that I can return it to her. This was actually a HUGE incentive! And now I’m thinking that there ought to be a high-end mop library where you can borrow fancy cleaning supplies but you have to use them within a certain time frame so you can return them.
As far as Tracy’s steam mop, well, it turned my floory grime into a floor. Not even a grimy floor, just a floor. Everyone in my family admired how shiny clean my floor was.
Maybe next time I’ll dust.