HELP! I HAVE TO CLEAN MY HOUSE!
Having a definite craving for simplicity and order does NOT make it any easier to clean my house. I DO crave those things, and love a home that is neat and clutter-free. When I’m procrastinating, I can even see that home in my mind’s eye, so pristine and yet welcoming at the same time. That heartwarming dream, however, is years away for me. I live with a teenager who is a force of nature…a destructive force, even at her best.
I envy the women who can effect this kind of domesticity with ease. My housekeeping angst is not about Martha Stewart-envy, but something more on the lines of fending off condemnation by the City. I struggle with the basics, but DO dream of a life of Martha Stewart perfection.
More procrastination fantasies revolve around help from The Help, with Minnie and Abilene coming in to make it all better for me. That would be amazing, because I could really use the help, and the good company. The pecan pie wouldn’t hurt, either. That was PECAN, just to make sure there was no misunderstanding about the pie. Nice fantasy, but there will be no help coming for this Not-So-Domestic Goddess!
If I keep writing, I can delay it a bit longer. I suppose I could get into the covert perfectionism that makes housework difficult for me, but that is a subject best left to a therapist. I could go into more detail about the force of nature that I birthed, but mentioning her here would ensure NO help, EVER.
Ah well, I suppose housecleaning is like so much else in life–the best way around it, is straight through it. So, I’ll just grab my bucket and my sponge, all of the nifty cleaning supplies, and get to work.
Maybe someone will bring me a piece of pecan pie…
- Martha Stewart’s a Vampire. And a Goddess. (bellasugar.com)