Thursday, September 16, 2010
Life Lessons Learned #2
Lately I've been helping out at my grandparent's house. Among other things, I've been doing a lot of cleaning. And I realized something--or remembered it, or whatever: I don't hate cleaning. I actually really like it.
I like scrubbing toilets. I like dusting furniture. I like washing mirrors. I like wiping down counters. I like it. It's kind of calming and relaxing to leave things shiny, clean, and smelling good.
This led me to ponder why I've lost that loving feeling with house work at my own home. And I figured it out: It's the futility of it. It's knowing that even if I scrub down the entire bathroom, someone is going to puke in there. Or poo in the tub. Or smear toothpaste on the floor. Or overflow the toilet. Or get into my make-up...
When I clean my grandfolks' house, the two white haired darlings don't ruin it. They enjoy the cleanliness as much as I do. It's wonderful.
So, I think I'll keep reminding myself that I do like cleaning, and look forward to the day when things can stay a little tidier. Hopefully I won't have to wait until I'm in my 80's like grandma...