Yep, I Am Just That Lazy

I've cleaned house almost my whole life.  While living under my parents' roof, I was expected to keep my bed made and stuff off the floor.  My mom still did the dirty work (except for a while after a big promotion when she hired a maid).  Out on my own, I discovered that, if left to its own devices, mildew will in fact take over a shower, and just because something's in the fridge doesn't mean that it won't spoil.  I once had a carton of way-past-its-prime sour cream ask me ever so politely to throw out the unrecognizable avocado half sitting next to it.

Anyway, over the years I've divvied up chores with roommates and husbands.  Joe seems to take to the tasks pretty easily.  His dad has forever cleaned the kitchen after meals and taken out the trash without being asked...so I guess he picked up on that.  And until this summer we have carved out time every other weekend to clean house.  We each have a list of what needs to happen, and we spend a few hours ticking off items. 

For whatever reason, October escaped me.  I haven't vacuumed or cleaned the floors since we got back from Africa.  Oh, I've done laundry and wiped down my bathroom, but the Mr Clean in me has been MIA.  I finally finished unpacking just last week.  And the suitcases are still not put away.  Yep, I am just that lazy.

Part of it is that we were hoping to get the basement finished before November.  And that construction is just going to wreck any housekeeping that we might do...construction dust, workers tromping in and out, toilets and sinks used for things they ought not to be used for, etc.  I guess I just kept thinking, "Well, after the basement is finished, we'll deep clean the whole house."  Well, the basement has been delayed a bit (once again), and last Monday I decided I just couldn't take it anymore.  I called a maid service and paid someone to come clean my house.

Oh. My. God.  I can see my reflection in the kitchen sink.  The bathtub is silky.  They vacuumed the couch so it now has perfect ribbon rows of clean.  The wood banisters are rich with Old English furniture oil and are polished to a deep shine.  The inside of Joe's bathroom trashcan is spotless and smells of pine and lemons rather than, well, you can imagine.

It's not something that I plan to do all the time, but it's sooooo totally worth it.  10/10 recommend!

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