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I have decided that I have a "love/hate" relationship with cleaning my house. I absolutely love it when it is clean yet I do not like doing the work. Having an obsessive/compulsive personality (I have never been diagnosed so I refuse to label it a disorder) tends to make it even more difficult because I cannot seem to just straighten up or do "commercial" cleaning as my mom calls it. I do the heavy duty stuff every time. This causes me to put it off, and put it off and after a few of these weeks, it then takes me a few more weeks to start the visualization process of me with a cleaning rag in my hand. You would think that I was training for the Olympics, the way I mentally prepare for the "event", as I call it. When finally the time comes to pick up my supplies, hoist the vacuum up the stairs, I can hear the theme from "Rocky" start to play in my head. I will not be beaten by the opponent, I will conquer the dirt and scum and emerge the winner! The scent of Pine Sol fills my nostrils and I know that the end is near. The sun shines brightly through the crystal clear windows, and the angels are singing. I drop the last of the rags in the washer, put away my glorious weapon, the vacuum and sit quietly for a moment, reveling in this moment of victory. My medal is a glass of celebratory crimson wine, poured of course over the sink!
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I have thought about how nice it would be to have someone clean my house but I think that I would stress myself out cleaning it before they got here - wouldn't want them thinking I was a slob :)