It’s no secret around these parts that I pretty much bite the big one when it comes to housekeeping.? I have no interest in it.? I do the dishes when they pile up (or we run out of bowls).? I do laundry when we’re all searching for clean underwear.? But for the most part, if there’s a layer of dust on something other than the TV, I have no problem overlooking that.? Sure, I’d LIKE it to be clean.? But not enough to grab the dust rag and do it myself.
Of course, I might want to rethink this.? Not only is it difficult to whip things into shape when someone comes to visit, but it’s having an “effect.”
Tonight we were at Walmart doing our “pre-shopping” (where we purchase non-food items in a seperate trip so as to “lighten the load” during the big trip) and were in the cleaners aisle when my dear, dear son said, “What’s that smell?? It smells so good!”? I took a sniff and without pause replied, “That’s *clean*, dear.? We don’t have that at our house.”
