I am a clean person. I like my surroundings to be clean. I enjoy cleaning. I clean my house meticulously each and every Friday, no excuses. It takes me 4-5 hours to finish the job and by the time Saturday night arrives I feel the need to do it again. I have felt very little anguish over my iron-clad cleaning schedule and, in many ways, I look forward to cleaning day. However, this past Friday I found myself hating every minute of it. I love sliding into clean sheets on Friday night, but this past Friday I was loathe to strip the bed and put on the new sheets. I love the smell of Dr. Bronner's but last week's old-fashioned hands and knees floor scrubbing left me sweaty and miserable, curing at every dog hair I wiped up. In short, I am suffering from burn out. After 10 years of Friday evenings spent cleaning toilets and scouring bath tubs I am fed up.
I relayed my crankiness to Dave who plaintively said "You're burned out. You need a vacation." I, in turn, collapsed on the [freshly made] bed and curled up in the fetal position, "Yes," I said without emotion, "Vacation."
Sweet vacation is coming. I have to keep my eyes on the prize. You see, even though vacation only lasts one week, B is staying in Pennsylvania with family for the next three weeks, which means the house will get less dirty and I won't have to clean as much while she's gone. Although, I have to say that it tends to totally freak some people out when my house isn't spic and span. There has been a time or two when I'm lounging around like the proverbial pig in poop and a particular neighbor or husband will stick their head in the room and ask when B is coming home. Some people don't particularly care for my slovenliness and view my unkempt home as an affront to their sensibilities. All I know is that I'm looking forward to watching Top Model/Project Runway/My So Called Life marathons on Friday nights while the laundry overflows the hamper and the dishes petrify in the sink.
Welcome vacation.
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Ya, being that particular neighbor I dread when B's gone. I literally feel I've entered another dimension during these times.
I love the enthusiam!
Will you really let the sink stink?
Hard to believe!
First off, I've been meaning to post a congratulations note on paying off Dave's student loans, but internets time has been nil since Miss Maggie started teething over the past month. Belated congratulations!
Secondly, good for you for taking a vacay from the housework! You deserve it! It sounds like your mode of routine, meticulous cleaning is quite similar to mine, and I seem to get burned out every 2 years, so kudos to you for lasting 10 years sans burnout. :) Rejoice in your downtime and I hope you truly enjoy it!
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