If you are someone who likes to clean this entry isn't for you. I HATE cleaning! There I said it. I have broken with some sort of unwritten genetic code that plagues my family and I still haven't been cast out. Overly-dramatic? Yes, possibly. Nah, I am being honest. Cleaning ranks at the top of my crap job list with, doctoring cattle (literally been crapped on), and doing bus duty. Does this mean I am dirty? No, until you ask my Mom.
Last weekend I started cleaning in the back half of my house. Master bath, master bedroom, guest rooms, and Madison's room all were vacuumed, dusted and straightened up.. I found orphan socks, bagged up pants that hadn't been worn since last decade (really can't understand why I bought green jeans), and moved clean clothes from one clean basket to another. Yep, mom would be proud. (As an avid follower of this blog I am sure she will have much to say about my cleanliness.)
Here is the rub. I come from a long line of clean freaks. I remember my Great Grandma coming to visit and instead of having a nice conversation she would start dusting and doing laundry. As I was so little I thought that it was normal for a grandparent to come over and clean. She would have everything spotless before she left and I never quite understood why my mother was exhausted after or a little panicky before she would come over. My Grandma who sadly passed from cancer before I was old enough to remember has had many stories passed on about how she had chores for her girls. All three girls were expected to vacuum and dust as soon as they got home from school. I would have never made it out of childhood! I thought it was horrible to have to pick up my room once a month. (I had the paths memorized. I still don't know why my parents couldn't stay on the path. Lego's only hurt a little bit when you step on them.)
My mom would have us clean every now and then at home. Compared to the five mile walk up and down hills and scrubbing the carpets with a toothbrush every day that she went through growing up I was getting off easy. Not to say I didn't have some chores. I just did such a lousy job that she would toss her hands in the air and tell me to get out of the way. Go mow the yard! (Hence the reason for the name of the website, I had lots of random thoughts on the mower.) I can still remember getting yelled at for not putting the lines in the carpet correctly with the vacuum cleaner. I didn't realize this was a thing until I got into dating. Lines on the carpet is a real thing not just my mothers fetish.
Before anyone including my mother says I am picking on her please understand. I appreciate a clean house, I am appreciative of always having clean and new clothes, and I am glad I know not to mix ammonia and bleach to clean. (Sorry Zach, I haven't made that mistake ever again.) My mother is a wonderful clean person who when she visits takes it upon herself to clean my entire house. She cleans curtains, baseboards, Dad washes windows, all while I am at work. I can truly say I am spoiled cause after three hours of cleaning only half of my house I was gassed.
I suffer from an issue of being allergic to dust mites, grass pollen, and just about anything else that requires me to physically be active. One would think pills and rescue inhalers would be enough but after a few hours stirring up the dust I am in my rocking chair wheezing, snotting, and coughing up my lungs. It truly sucks. I paid for a maid to avoid this issue for a while but decided that I needed to suck it up and save the money. So now I clean once every six months. Ok, maybe it was nine months. I don't remember for sure. Did anyone know pledge could expire?
So there you have it. Half my house is sort of clean, I am now recovered from the trauma and I have a full sock drawer again. Genetically, I have mutated beyond the clean gene that my Mother's side passes on and am pleased to note that my sister seems to be doing quite well teaching her kids how to clean. I hope any future ladies understand that I do have a weekly appointment with keeping up the bathrooms cause that is gross and the yard sort of gets mowed on a regular basis.
So anyone heard from my parents ? They were coming to visit soon right?
Last weekend I started cleaning in the back half of my house. Master bath, master bedroom, guest rooms, and Madison's room all were vacuumed, dusted and straightened up.. I found orphan socks, bagged up pants that hadn't been worn since last decade (really can't understand why I bought green jeans), and moved clean clothes from one clean basket to another. Yep, mom would be proud. (As an avid follower of this blog I am sure she will have much to say about my cleanliness.)
Here is the rub. I come from a long line of clean freaks. I remember my Great Grandma coming to visit and instead of having a nice conversation she would start dusting and doing laundry. As I was so little I thought that it was normal for a grandparent to come over and clean. She would have everything spotless before she left and I never quite understood why my mother was exhausted after or a little panicky before she would come over. My Grandma who sadly passed from cancer before I was old enough to remember has had many stories passed on about how she had chores for her girls. All three girls were expected to vacuum and dust as soon as they got home from school. I would have never made it out of childhood! I thought it was horrible to have to pick up my room once a month. (I had the paths memorized. I still don't know why my parents couldn't stay on the path. Lego's only hurt a little bit when you step on them.)
My mom would have us clean every now and then at home. Compared to the five mile walk up and down hills and scrubbing the carpets with a toothbrush every day that she went through growing up I was getting off easy. Not to say I didn't have some chores. I just did such a lousy job that she would toss her hands in the air and tell me to get out of the way. Go mow the yard! (Hence the reason for the name of the website, I had lots of random thoughts on the mower.) I can still remember getting yelled at for not putting the lines in the carpet correctly with the vacuum cleaner. I didn't realize this was a thing until I got into dating. Lines on the carpet is a real thing not just my mothers fetish.
Before anyone including my mother says I am picking on her please understand. I appreciate a clean house, I am appreciative of always having clean and new clothes, and I am glad I know not to mix ammonia and bleach to clean. (Sorry Zach, I haven't made that mistake ever again.) My mother is a wonderful clean person who when she visits takes it upon herself to clean my entire house. She cleans curtains, baseboards, Dad washes windows, all while I am at work. I can truly say I am spoiled cause after three hours of cleaning only half of my house I was gassed.
I suffer from an issue of being allergic to dust mites, grass pollen, and just about anything else that requires me to physically be active. One would think pills and rescue inhalers would be enough but after a few hours stirring up the dust I am in my rocking chair wheezing, snotting, and coughing up my lungs. It truly sucks. I paid for a maid to avoid this issue for a while but decided that I needed to suck it up and save the money. So now I clean once every six months. Ok, maybe it was nine months. I don't remember for sure. Did anyone know pledge could expire?
So there you have it. Half my house is sort of clean, I am now recovered from the trauma and I have a full sock drawer again. Genetically, I have mutated beyond the clean gene that my Mother's side passes on and am pleased to note that my sister seems to be doing quite well teaching her kids how to clean. I hope any future ladies understand that I do have a weekly appointment with keeping up the bathrooms cause that is gross and the yard sort of gets mowed on a regular basis.
So anyone heard from my parents ? They were coming to visit soon right?