I wish I could just hire somebody to come in and SUPERCLEAN this house. I’m sure by the standards of a visitor or other outsider the state of cleanliness is just fine. To me, and to Calvin, it’s just ookey. The walls need to be cleaned. The baseboards. All of the nooks and crannies. The windowsills. The windows. The curtains and window coverings. The doors and doorjams. All of the closets. The ceiling fans. Cobwebs. All of the stuff that doesn’t get the weekly (or thereabouts… feh) attention of dusting, floors, and bathroom.
I know I just have to start with one room and get it all done, then move to the next room, and the next room, and on. Sooner or later, by using this method, it would get done. But… just… ew. Housework. Nasty. No fun. Yucky.
I just want to move out of this house, leave the dirt and clutter to whoever buys it, move into a brand-new place where there are no dust bunnies, and start over. Keeping a place clean is one thing… and we used to be really good about it. Back when the house was new we were obsessive about keeping it clean. Lately? Not so much. Getting a place to a state of cleanliness in order to keep it there… well, that’s entirely another thing. Is that thing right there that we have to get to right now. Along with the million and three other “fix it” things we need to do to the house to get it ready for eventual sale. Weekend after weekend of potentially productive time has gone by with me and Calvin sitting on the couch, watching TV and eating snacks.
Obviously, we don’t wanna.
Snerkology 