I am not, nor have I ever been, a 'suzy homemaker'. I think it began when my mother tried to beat it into me by making sure I was up at the butt-crack of dawn every saturday for as far back as I can remember to clean. My areas were… everywhere. I have yet to figure out for sure what it was my mother actually did all day every day when she was home alone. Oh, yeah… I remember. Drink. Have coffee with the neighbor women. Make sure I was where I was supposed to be. (Lest you get all thinking she was a soccer mom for her day, she wasn't. I didn't do extra-curricular activities, except for the one time I went out for a play and band – but I walked to and from those.)
Saturdays were for dusting, vacuuming, doing laundry, cleaning bathrooms (with a toothbrush), scrubbing floors. It still entailed my dog duties of walking, feeding, brushing and cleaning up poo from the yard, as well as weeding in the garden if it was summer or raking in the fall or shoveling in the winter. Laundry day was Monday, so I got off the hook for that on Saturday, at least. I always joked, half in earnest, that I never got to see a Saturday morning cartoon until my kids came along.
I am a sporadic housekeeper. I like a clean house, but haven't the motivation to keep it spotless all the time. I go in spurts… cleaning furiously for a a day or two, then proceeding to 'maintain'. A few times a year I get in what most people call 'spring cleaning' mode, when I actually do windows, closets, drawers, etc., and may throw tons of things away. My husband always hates those times for the mounds of garbage that accumulate for his disposal.
With pets or kids things automatically triple. I no longer have kids at home, but I do have pets… so you can be assured there will be toys to clean up, litterboxes and pens to clean, extra vacuuming, and various little 'messes' here and there.
Why do I bring all this up now? Because I'm taking on the challenge of my filthy, ignored house. I've set a goal for myself to get it back in shape before the party Friday night and it is going to be a task. It's okay, though. At least now, unlike when I was a kid, I'm doing it for me and mine. I'm not doing it because someone else is holding a brick over my head telling me I HAVE to do this… I'm doing it because I really do like my house and want to take care of it. I want it to felt loved and appreciated, because it is. I just wish I had some magic fairy dust or a few of Snow Whites' fairy godmothers to snap things into shape!