Cleaning

Day 12

This weekend, we did a "spring cleaning" style house cleaning.  I guess we'll turn around and do it all again when it's spring cleaning time, though.  There's something comforting about siting down and looking around at your clean house.  Honestly, I don't know how people sit around in a mess and feel ... peaceful.  I'm not judging, but it's just one of those things I don't understand.

Even at its messiest, though, a lot of people would be surprised at how clean our house stays.  This is because they know where I come from.  I guess it's just an example of how much my childhood taught me about who I do not want to be.

I remember dating this one guy who lived in squalor.  It hurt my nerves every day I was there.

The other day, one of my fb friends was talking about people who post pictures with their dirty house visible.  That conversation kind of cracked me up.  I guess I'm not the only one who notices.  And... what does it matter, really?  I guess that's the big question.  Just because it frazzles MY nerves, that doesn't mean it does the same to everyone.  Surely, there is more to life, but I do have to say that, for me, I'm sitting here enjoying the peace this brings me.