Hello. My Name is Michele and I Have a Cleaning Problem: Little Secrets, Part II

I have a cleaning problem, I’ll admit it. Or perhaps I should say a lack-of-cleaning problem.

Actually I used to be quite the cleaner.  Merry Maids had nothing on me. I cleaned once a week whether it was needed or not.

And then I got pregnant…and had a baby…and…somehow I just haven’t really picked up where I left off (get it? picked up? heh. umm, okay…)

Fortunately, I still try to stay tidy. I try not to let my quite considerable amount of stuff expand unchecked into walkways or onto stairs. In sum, I do my best to maintain at least a level of safe walking conditions.  And just this very morning I tidied the table (and by tidied I mean moved all the piles around into other piles elsewhere. In fact, my life is rather subsumed by piles.).

Also fortunately, I have a husband who cannot abide uncleanliness. And instead of assuming that his little woman will provide him the cleanly comfort to which he, as a man and the main breadwinner of the household (of which he is of course the head), would like to become accustomed, he picks up the vacuum and the mop and the vinegar and the baking soda and the sponge and bless his little heart if he doesn’t clean the hell out of the house EVERY SINGLE WEEK.  I tell him it is too much (he even MOVES THINGS when he vacuums, moves them out of the way so he can get to the carpet underneath them) but he pays nary a scant amount of attention. Have you ever heard of anyone complaining because their husband cleans too much?  But I feel guilty for not cleaning since I am home all day every day socializing our infant son. (and also blogging) (but not very much! Hi, Troy! I love you!)

Usually Sometimes I will put the coffee pot away without rinsing it.  Quite frequently Occassionally I will just kind of rinse off my dishes with (cold) water and call it clean (unless company is coming! really!)  The laundry lists of how to avoid any teensy bit of contact between one’s child and germs that they write in “ladies’ magazines” just exhaust me.  And the quite amazing abundance of germ-killing products available is daunting.

Because, when it is all said and done, what is life without a little good clean dirt?

This is pretty much how I was to be found on any given day in my childhood.

(And also, when I was a baby, I managed to pick some horse manure off the boots of one of my parent’s friends (we lived in the country) and I PUT IT IN MY MOUTH. So you could probably say with veracity that I am really full of shit.)


7 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Melanie @ Beanpaste
    Jul 16, 2008 @ 17:32:46

    The dirt is good for them. SCIENTISTS SAY SO.


  2. natalie
    Jul 17, 2008 @ 05:13:56

    i used to be much neater than i am now. now it seems almost useless to try to be clean. as soon as it is clean it seems to get dirty again. thankfully my kids are all old enough to help quite a bit! and believe me i make them! in fact that is on the agenda for today. i’m sure they’ll love me later!


  3. Sharon
    Jul 17, 2008 @ 18:04:51

    What a cutie pie you were, mud and all! (You still are cute)


  4. Lisa
    Jul 20, 2008 @ 06:15:31

    I am fortunately married to someone who doesn’t like uncleanliness or untidiness. I feel lucky, not guilty!


  5. bejewell
    Jul 20, 2008 @ 09:19:16

    Wow, are we, like, the same person? I used to clean every Friday afternoon, without fail. Then the Bean came. Piles now consume my life.

    The only thing we don’t have in common is the husband who *gasp!* cleans. Mine has stepped up a little with the laundry, but that’s about all I get. And trust me, I’m grateful for that much.

    What I wouldn’t give for a husband with a little OCD.


  6. ~m
    Jul 23, 2008 @ 18:59:20

    Melanie: I AGREE with you AND with the scientists 100%.

    Natalie: I fully intend that Baby Miles will be helping with chores as soon as he can WALK. It will instill character, I am sure!

    Sharon: I AM cute, amn’t I? Or at least still mud-covered.

    Lisa: I’m glad to hear that your T takes cleanliness as seriously as my T does 🙂

    Bejewell: I think we should compare piles. Actually, that sounds too much like work. Let’s just have some mojitos instead and THINK about comparing piles.


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