Saturday, August 28, 2010
Cleaning is so subjective. Everyone has their own view of what 'clean' is!
Some days, clean to me is nothing but outta site outta mind...stuff tucked in unused closets and under beds. Other times... clean is every surface scrubbed with mixed emotions of love and hate...almost rage.
Sterile has never really been in my conscious cleaning practices. For the most part I'm a fan of borox and tea tree oil. But there comes a point where I no longer can contain my urge to completely rip apart my house and put it back together with a whole lot less stuff and every surface scrubbed with the most astringent thing I can find!
Is this some process of neurotic catharsis? Or a generational, seasonal 'dung out? I seem to remember this phenomena with my Mother growing up. Every change of season, some kind of crazy, neurotic episode forced my mother to frantically clean every nook and cranny in our house. It was almost like some sort of 'Clean Demon' had possessed her for the duration of time it took to clean her entire house, stem to stern!
I have inherited that 'Demon! Possession has truly taken hold of me!
But when it is all done and I climb into bed with clean sheets, freshly showered, I feel like a new woman.
For anyone else going through your 'Clean Demon Possession'
Here's to fall!
May it bring a bounty harvest, a nutty revolution and a Clean House!