I am not a fan of cleaning. I love it when my house is clean and organized, but it never stays that way so I kind of consider cleaning a waste of time. I feel like all my mom did when I was growing up was clean. I remember her dusting a lot. I hate dusting and rarely ever do it. I have had the same can of Endust for about 3 or 4 years. I will suck dust up with the vacuum, but the real dusting only happens about once every 6 months. I’m desensitizing myself to my dust allergy.
One chore that I don’t mind is vacuuming. I used to loath vacuuming until I got my Dyson about 5 years ago. Now I kind of like it – I vacuum at least once a week, more if we have rice for dinner.
Every so often I have to face facts and realize that an area of our house has gotten completely out of control. That are is almost always me and Ryan’s closet. I don’t know what happens in there, but it looks worse than an episode of Hoarders – minus the rotten food, bugs and rodents. Today was the day that I had to clean the closet. I was starting to feel anxious when I had to get anything out of it since Ryan tore it apart last weekend looking for his golf shoes. I can’t blame it entirely on him – it wasn’t looking great before, but his careless tossing of shoes and clothes made the closet unbearable.
Yeah, I don’t really have a lot to say for myself. It’s ridiculous. After 2 full hours of folding, hanging, tossing and fixing (I fixed the clothes bar – you can see that it came off the wall in the last picture, above) I had this to show for my work.
I also have this to take to Goodwill.
I admit that I should probably have a bigger pile, but I have a hard time throwing out clothes. I still have a pair of socks from 7th grade and I still wear them. I also have numerous pairs of TED Hose, from numerous stays in the hospital, that I completely despise and can say with almost 100% certainty that I will never wear again, but they are brand new and I can’t seem to throw them out. Maybe I will run out of coffee filters and need to use them to make my morning cup of joe. Or maybe I can make sock monkeys out of them for the kids. Nothing says “I love you” like a hospital issued stuffed sock.
Considering I didn’t get rid of that much stuff, I’m pretty happy with how the closet looks. At least I know that if we put our stuff back in it’s proper place, it will all fit nicely and stay organized. I give us 4 weeks before it looks like a bomb exploded.
I’m just glancing over at my closet now… it’s a bit of a mess… but then I have almost everything I own in it since I’m now sleeping in the spare room and I keep telling myself, it’s only a temporary arrangement… in another six months (count ’em) I’ll be able to move on with my life and get a place of my own…
…then I can turn that into a shithole too LOL
When I lived by myself, I had no problem keeping it clean. It’s when I added some kids and a husband that things got messy!
I just did a HUGE Goodwill round up too and it always feels so refreshing to have a clean closet! Of course that is until I start buying new things to fill in those gaps.
I have to admit that when I was purging dresses that were at least 12 years old and I haven’t worn for at least 9, I was thinking – I need a new dress now!
Finally,some bohemian reigned through to you. I was afraid I got it all.
I don’t think I know what that means. If Bohemian translates to super awesome, then I think I got it all.