Endless_Night
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My mother was/is a bit of a martinet when it comes to having a clean house.
Every Saturday morning, we cleaned. It was a thing. We cleaned according to age and ability. I remember my youngest sister being roped in once she hit four. Next week, same cycle. I won't say my mother was . . . overly focused, but I will say one messed up the newly laid, perfectly lined up, vacuum cleaner lines at one's own peril.
I, perhaps not surprisingly, also like things clean. And neat. Neat.
One think I have always done - that I thought was totally the norm until discussing it the other day with the Bestie and saw her look of incredulous horror
- is to Spring Clean and Fall Clean. Every year. Meaning I go through the house, every nook and cranny, take it apart, clean everything, cull, and reorganize.
Not something I much thought about. Just one of those things I did.
So, a few years back, right before moving to The Farm, I suffered a life catastrophes. One that knocked me off my feet for a significant amount of time. I am a creature of habit in many ways, and the fallout from this event was enough to derailed some of my ingrained behaviors. One that went was my twice a year clean out.
This last year or so I've been feeling much more myself. Last week I started Spring cleaning.
In a 100 year old Farmhouse still under rehab construction.
In a kitchen with a ~10 foot ceiling and floor-to-ceiling cabinets.
Omg.
I HAVE BEEN LIVING LIKE AN ANIMAL
%#2@^
I hope to finish today.
For my sanity.
*zoom*

Every Saturday morning, we cleaned. It was a thing. We cleaned according to age and ability. I remember my youngest sister being roped in once she hit four. Next week, same cycle. I won't say my mother was . . . overly focused, but I will say one messed up the newly laid, perfectly lined up, vacuum cleaner lines at one's own peril.
I, perhaps not surprisingly, also like things clean. And neat. Neat.
One think I have always done - that I thought was totally the norm until discussing it the other day with the Bestie and saw her look of incredulous horror
Not something I much thought about. Just one of those things I did.
So, a few years back, right before moving to The Farm, I suffered a life catastrophes. One that knocked me off my feet for a significant amount of time. I am a creature of habit in many ways, and the fallout from this event was enough to derailed some of my ingrained behaviors. One that went was my twice a year clean out.
This last year or so I've been feeling much more myself. Last week I started Spring cleaning.
In a 100 year old Farmhouse still under rehab construction.
In a kitchen with a ~10 foot ceiling and floor-to-ceiling cabinets.
Omg.
I HAVE BEEN LIVING LIKE AN ANIMAL
%#2@^
I hope to finish today.
For my sanity.
*zoom*



