Those of you who know me well know that house-keeping is not my first love. Or my second. Or ... well... much more than my passing acquaintance.
I love a clean house.
I hate making and keeping it that way.
I'm like that about a number of things, I guess. I love gardens. I love planning gardens. I love shopping for plants to put in gardens. I even like planting gardens.
I hate tending gardens, weeding gardens, even doing the fall clean up stuff to put gardens to "bed" for the winter, and the spring clean up stuff that gets the gardens ready to wake up and show off again.
Even though it's probably best that I continue to garden this way:
I'm still pretty pleased with the results of my garden planning and planting throughout my yard.
That's from behind the pond I show you so often...
And that's what you see if you turn around, so that the pond is behind you...
And here, we see some of the lilies that survived the past ten years of changes. I planted tons of them... all the way around this fenced area. Then the shrubs became huge...
Recently, I've made a great barter deal with a friend. She doesn't mind gardening at all, so she does that for me, and I do other things that she either hates to or can't do for herself. The gardens and I win on that one. For example:
Last week, this was infested with grass and bind weed and "volunteer" mulberries. Now it's lovely, and inspiring me to buy more plants...
Alas, I have no such barter deal set up for cleaning the house.
I tried for a while having the girls do much of the weekly stuff as chores, for which I paid them allowance. That's starting to fail. The only thing still working that way is basic kitchen care.
So... for the past several weeks, I've been burning that candle at both ends - working so hard on school and then on helping GolfPro with his knee, that I've been neglecting the house. This is bad.
It was really scary. The dust bunnies had grown into gorillas that were lurking in the front hall. And there was paper piling up on every surface -- breeding like rabbits, or mice. I looked around and felt a lot like the "little girl" from the Big Comfy Couch.
Unfortunately, the ten second tidy is not going to do the trick. Tomorrow, I'm hosting this big party (it's an annual thing. It's not like I didn't know it was coming). That means that I'll be all freaked out if I let folks see the condition the first floor of my house is in today.
Then, ten days later, I'm hosting my father and much beloved "Evil-Wicked-Stepmother". That means that I'll need the second floor to experience a miraculous recovery from the neglect it's been experiencing of late.
So... today, and tomorrow morning, I'm cleaning. De-cluttering, purging old paper trash, dusting, vacuuming, scrubbing.... even turning the power washer onto the front and back porches. There will also be some cooking ...
Already, there's a difference. This room, for example, no looks like a crazed massage therapy student has been studying there for days....
I'm resisting the urge to order everyone in the house to stay out of there... but it's hard.
Next weekend... I'll be doing it again. Luckily, the first floor should be easier, but I'll still have to tackle the second floor. Ah well. It's good for us, right?