Honest to Pete, if it weren't for company, my house would rarely get picked up, or cleaned, or decorated.
My sissy-in-law is visiting us for a couple of days so I ran around like a whirling dervish, cleaning up piles of paper, laundry baskets of clothing, and various other sundries that were scattered about. Why, oh why, don't I just keep it straight all the time?
*Banging my head against the proverbial wall.
I hope I'm not the only one who lives like this.
I always seem to have something better to do than vacuum. Or mop. Or fold laundry. I feel like a failure as a woman saying this, but...I get no satisfaction from cleaning.
Don't get me wrong, I love when my house is clean and neat and orderly. It feels wonderful. I just don't like the process of getting it that way. I have friends who say they clean, clean, clean when they're upset or unhappy about something. It's a stress reliever for them.
I need to photograph something to relieve some stress. Or paint. Or knit.
But definitely not clean.
Thankfully, I like to have friends over. And family. That forces me to clean. I guess you could call me a "social cleaner". Hmmm...I think I just coined a new phrase.
Social cleaner : someone who only cleans their house when company is a-comin'.
Are there any more "social cleaners" out there?