Cleaning Woes

Why is it that I dread cleaning? I loath it. I really, really hate it. I procrastinate, putting it off for days.

Yet once I start it feels so good! Organizing a makeup drawer is heavenly. A closet filled with labeled boxes filled with the corresponding bathroom supplies makes you feel free. A bed all made up with soft linens and fluffy pillows? Ahhh... the thought itself is just so relaxing. So then why can't I harvest these feelings as my desire to not clean makes me live in a completely unorganized mess? The gnawing feeling of procrastinating is so much worse. I hate it.


I spent an hour shaping up our bathroom yesterday. I was victorious! It felt amazing. I went to bed looking forward to tackling some little cleaning projects today. I had won one battle against this endless list of chores and I was all gun-ho about waking up and doing so more!

Yet here I sit dreading that darn bedroom of mine. I could even do a little bit now before Evelyn wakes up from her nap. ... I could...but I won't. Why not?

What is wrong with my brain?

Organizers/Cleaning fanatics... I need help and advice! How do I engage my brain into liking the wonderful feeling that comes with cleaning? I know that probably makes no sense to you. Why would anyone not like something that makes them feel good and helps them keep a functional, healthy, and clean life? I have no idea. I'm all messed up in my head.

I'm wasting my time blogging about it instead of doing it. My bed could be made by now people! But it won't be. Like Men's Warehouse, I Guarantee It!

Accepting that my ability to tackle my room does not exist today, I'm trying to psych myself up for walking down into our frigid basement and changing the loads of laundry. But I don't have socks on and my toes would certainly get frost bite and then what do I do? My daughter certainly would not love me without toes! I'm sure of it.

So here I sit, blogging.

Hmmm...

Maybe I should call my maid? Yes, she would certainly help with the basement and bedroom. What's her number again? Oh right. Unlisted. Website? Here it is.

www.getoffyourbuttanddoityourself.com

Crap.

Time to raid my husband's sock pile and grab a nice warm pair.

Side Note: I do not have my own socks. I don't see the need when he has so many. He does not agree with this perspective but it has worked out so far so I haven't seen the need to change. Plus if I had my own socks I would have to match and fold them. That would be way too much for my brain to handle.

Poor Guy. He's stuck with a wife who steals his socks and would rather blog about cleaning than actually do it.

Lucky man, huh?