Today I Cleaned



In my perfect world, I would be able to clean the house every other week.  Well, that's not true.  In my perfect world, I would have a maid that would clean every week.  But, neither perfect world scenarios ring true, so I must keep plugging along.  I really do try to stick to the every-other-week cleaning schedule, but appointments, sickness, children or just life keep sidetracking me. So, I do what I can, when I can and I refuse to beat myself up for anything more or less. 

This week, I knew I had to clean the house.  But I also looked at our weekly calendar and realised that that was a lofty goal.  What I did see were small pockets of time every day.  Enough time for me to clean one room.  So that's what I did.  Every day this week, I cleaned just one room.  Yes, you are right, this does make for a super long cleaning schedule, but at least I am accomplishing something.

Today I had the largest pocket of unscheduled time for the week, so I decided to tackle both of my girls' rooms.  I started with Youngest Daughter's room, as I knew it wouldn't take too long.  I figured I could knock out her room in about a half hour.  It actually took me 45 minutes, as I had to keep putting things back as she found this the ideal time to play with everything in her room.  But (pat on the back), I finished it.

As I left Youngest Daughters' room and headed down the hallway to Oldest Daughters' room, I felt dread wash over me.  Bless her heart, this child is a hoarder.  In her room, you will find random scraps of paper, all manner of bags, unused bill return envelopes, parts of stickers, rocks, dirty elastic bands, broken toys that you swear you remember throwing out - I could go on and on.  I always walk out of her room, after a cleaning, with a garbage bag full of purged items.  And today was no exception.  Three and a half hours it takes me to clean her room.  And as always, I dump the trash outside (so that she can't go through the trash and retrieve thrown out items), then I return to her room with a camera.  I snap pictures of all sides of her room.  That way, tomorrow I can go back to those pictures and remember when....JCMT

P.S. When Oldest Daughter got home from school and saw her clean bedroom, she cried.  Real tears.  And not the good kind.  Seems that she liked her messy bedroom.

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