cleaning d

i feel as though i need to expound on something in my "about me" section. my friend told me the other day that she had no idea that i liked to clean so much until she read that on my blog. i feel as though all i'm doing is setting myself up for failure unless i clear this up.

i enjoy cleaning and organizing, i enjoy the feeling of accomplishment and order. i have lots of books about this and even have a folder in my hall closet filled with cleaning magazine articles, tips, checklists etc.. this doesn't mean that my house passes the white glove inspection... in fact, it would fail the white glove inspection almost every time because dusting is on the very top of my "most hated chores" list. i absolutely hate dusting. before bryce and i married, we made an agreement that he would do the dusting and that we would always live somewhere that had a dishwasher, (dishes fall right under dusting in that "most hated" list). i hate disorder, i feel as though it clouds my mind. i feel restrained when there's piles of unsorted mail, unsorted laundry, unsorted clutter. i can't work or function in that kind of environment. cleaning is a release of some sort for me. i am in complete control and i am turning my home into a house of order.

i even love cleaning and organizing homes other than my own. when trev and tachi were first married they were a bit overwhelmed with the all of the wedding gifts that they had received and all of their belongings in moving boxes wasn't helping. i quickly volunteered myself to help them sort through and organize all of their gifts. i even venture over to my parents' garage every once in a while and initiate spring cleaning and garage sales. i love to dust my hands off after a huge project and feel as though i have accomplished something.

yes, i get behind on laundry way too often and i let clutter gather throughout the week. i get frustrated when i look around at all the chores i've gotten behind on just like everyone else. but at eight o'clock at night, when all should be resting from their long day, something in me switches on and i turn into, what bryce calls, a "cleaning whirlwind". i love to clean at night. i think bryce would love me so much more if i didn't do this. he says that all of a sudden i get this look in my eye and he just groans. he has learned his lesson many a time and no longer tries to restrain me. i have always thought that i am nocturnal and this just proves my point once more. i am so much more productive and have much more energy in the evening/nighttime hours. this is what i refer to when i say that i love to clean, i actually enjoy it and have fun doing it.

i am not a perfect housekeeper, i'm sure my guests can attest to this. in fact, since i've had ava, my house has been worse than ever (mostly my kitchen floor where she throws her food). i feel as though a disclaimer is needed to avoid a feeling of failure. the next time anyone visits my home, i feel as though i may be scrutinized for what i have said here. so here goes... disclaimer: i love to clean; but i also love to do other things, which just so happen to come first most days.

thanks for listening, now i have to go clean.