housework

Set your timer:  For the next 15 minutes write about someone who is obsessed with cleaning.

For those of you who know me, this one is a stretch.  I would rather organize than clean, but the more I thought about it, I think they're the same thing.  I could work for hours on a closet, trying to find the perfect use for it, making sure everything has a place.  I will sit and plan out the week every Sunday morning, and have even added coupon clipping to that chore. 

I love it.  Makes me feel like I'm actually accomplishing something.  But nitty, gritty cleaning?  I despise it, and have wanted a cleaning lady for years.  If only...sigh.  So here it goes:

Cheryl looked at her calendar hanging on the fridge to see what she had to do today.  Of course, she didn't really need to look since she had been on the same cleaning schedule for the past five years, but it made her feel good to know it was there.  A cleaning schedule based on her family and their needs.

Fridays:  Bathrooms and floors

She smiled to herself, knowing that most mothers weren't this disciplined with their cleaning.  Most didn't have any plan at all and it showed in their homes.  Dust on the coffee table.  Dog hair on the furniture.  Dirty sinks in the kitchen.  The thought of those things made Cheryl's skin crawl.  That would never happen here.

She even had a cleaning closet, a mecca of all her favorite cleaning products, just for her.  When they built this house three years ago, she insisted on the closet, even fighting with the contractor about where it should go.  On many occasions he wanted to tell her where it should go.  But, defeated, he took her "suggestions" and did what she wanted. 

Most people did.

Pulling out her cleaning caddy, she turned on her iPod to the Perfect Home Playlist, and set off for the bathrooms on the second floor. 

Today is going to be a fabulous day, she thought to herself...