I'm stinky and sweaty right now because I just expended a ton of elbow grease cleaning hardwater stains off my shower walls. My parents come into town tomorrow so, of course, I'm madly trying to do away with 4 months worth of buildup from no deep cleaning. I'm not known for my housekeeping skills. (Anyone in my family or anyone who has lived with me just gaffawed and yelled, "d'ya think?!") It's not that I'm a total pig. I do the dishes (although I sleep very soundly with dirty dishes in the sink. They'll still be there in the morning, or the next evening after work) and I vacuum and clean bathrooms. But I don't really deep clean. But I actually enjoyed it tonight! And the whole time I was doing it, I was thinking of ways to motivate myself to do it more. Because my house would look awesome! And then I found myself actually aspiring to being obsessed with cleaning, because then I would do it all the time. I'm obsessed with cooking, so Sammie and I eat very well. And I'm obsessed enough with reading, crossword puzzles, and other word games that I think I'll ward off Alzheimers until I'm 270. And I'm obsessed with knitting, crocheting, and cross stitch, so we have cute Christmas stockings (that Phoebe ate, did I blog about that?), some afghans, a lot of scarves and I even now have a beautiful sweater that I made! Wouldn't it be nice if I also had a clean house?
Tonight I also kept thinking of my sister Carrie's favorite quote by Erma Bombeck (a woman who really understands what it's all about): "Housework, if you do it right, will kill you."