So, yesterday being Saturday, I performed my Saturday chores, which means, I spent the day cleaning…in my younger days, I used to be able to clean the entire house in a morning, but I’ve slowly come to accept that I can no longer do that and it takes me twice as long to do the same amount of work, but that’s what getting older will do.
Why do I do this every Saturday? Several reasons really.
There really isn’t time during the week, not with working full time then coming home to make dinner and trying to write, although the kitchen is cleaned every night and the dishes are done.
When I was a kid, this is what I did. No cartoons, no going outside to play until the house was cleaned (Mom and I did it together until I was old enough to do it myself). Old habits die hard. Sometimes, they don’t die at all.
More importantly, I hate a dirty house. Clutter makes me anxious. Things not in their proper place can drive me crazy (and this happens a lot when you live with your DH and two dogs, who seem to shed constantly…the dogs, not the DH). And of course, let’s not forget about the dust. I live in
so yeah, there’s a lot of dust (seriously, it doesn’t matter how often you dust...it
always seems to be there). And since I will not pay someone to do something I’m
perfectly capable of doing, I do it myself.
There are advantages to cleaning. I’m sure you’re asking what they are. I will tell you. A clean house (I like Mr. Clean, the Febreze scent…smells so wonderful). I can actually say that it soothes me to see things organized and shiny.
What’s the other, much more important reason? It helps with my writing. Yes, you read that correctly. I get the greatest ideas while I’m washing the dishes or polishing the furniture. Doing physical things like that (which really doesn’t require much thought) allows my brain to freely roam. And believe me, my brain takes advantage of that.
Case in point…while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor yesterday, I came up with a great escape from the corner I’d written myself into the day before. My only problem? Hanging on the thought long enough for me to get up off the floor, dry my hands, and grab a pen and paper, which I was able to do (though, I’m not going to share what it looked like for me to get up off the floor…suffice it to say, even the dogs laughed!)
Hmmm, I think I’ll go do the dishes before I tackle my next chapter!
Stay well! Stay safe! And remember to spread kindness wherever you go!
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