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!