Orginally written last year on my other blog but still very true!
I like doing dishes. Odd, I know, but I do. I can't stand laundry. But I love doing dishes and I just realized why. I was standing at my kitchen sink today, doing the dishes; looking out the window at the beautiful view (read: the wall of my neighbor's house ten feet away) and listening to the water running and just thinking. There's something about scrubbing something clean and letting my thoughts all tumble out. It's very calming and cleansing to me. I scrub the dishes clean and my thoughts just flow and I feel like I'm talking to an old friend and just letting everything out. Okay, that sounds psycho. But it's something that I do and I'm weird!
I've realized that in order for me to be a nice person, I have to have a clean house. I literally function better emotionally and mentally when my house is clean. And I am a bit obsessive about the whole cleaning thing. Well, decluttering thing. I have to do it early in the morning, otherwise my whole day goes to pot and nothing else get done. I am a creature of routine or I am nothing. So when it comes to my obsessive decluttering regimen it means that all the clutter that comes with a family has to be neatly put away. The bedrooms have to be free of clothes and toys and beds have to be made. My kitchen counters have to be cleared of junk. Floors aren't allowed any clutter or junk. There are a few places that I store the miscellaneous junk of life, but said junk is behind closed doors in a relatively neat pile. I guess in the chaos of my life when there is so much that I have no control of, having a clean, clutter-free house is my way to maintain sanity, and some control of my universe. Plus, even though I don't always enjoy cleaning, it sure is nice to do the work and see the finished result. And the affects of the result (clean house=sane me) are me being a nice, sane person!
I've realized that in order for me to be a nice person, I have to have a clean house. I literally function better emotionally and mentally when my house is clean. And I am a bit obsessive about the whole cleaning thing. Well, decluttering thing. I have to do it early in the morning, otherwise my whole day goes to pot and nothing else get done. I am a creature of routine or I am nothing. So when it comes to my obsessive decluttering regimen it means that all the clutter that comes with a family has to be neatly put away. The bedrooms have to be free of clothes and toys and beds have to be made. My kitchen counters have to be cleared of junk. Floors aren't allowed any clutter or junk. There are a few places that I store the miscellaneous junk of life, but said junk is behind closed doors in a relatively neat pile. I guess in the chaos of my life when there is so much that I have no control of, having a clean, clutter-free house is my way to maintain sanity, and some control of my universe. Plus, even though I don't always enjoy cleaning, it sure is nice to do the work and see the finished result. And the affects of the result (clean house=sane me) are me being a nice, sane person!
1 comment:
What?! There is nothing relaxing about doing dishes. That's my wore chore. I used to be so particular about what could go in the dishwasher, but lately I have just been putting everything in the dishwasher to save time and get it over with.
Post a Comment