Good morning to you dear Monday and what unsurprising monotonies do your bring forth today?
Ah, let me check my tired schedule with a hundred checks on the same boxes.
So, a good bit of cleaning is in order I see.
Not just regular sprucing, but fold your sleeves and get down to it cleaning.
Elaborate things like couch covers and sofa upholsteries need to be washed. Perhaps I'll change all the cushion covers and maybe put up new curtains. Wow, that's a lot of work.
Indeed, dusting of the sort that needs me pulling backs beds and digging into nooks and crannies and then some.
Changing runners, table mats, re arranging a few bits and then perhaps I'll hopefully be done.
Not even worth mentioning the unscalable mountain of laundry that needs folding, ironing and the works.
Ah, Monday, I wholeheartedly give myself up to chores and OCD.
Sometimes I wonder why do I really do this?
The mad cleaning and shining and driving myself up the wall.. and I realize that it rather in fact calms me to clean.
Not only the activity of cleaning, but also the satisfaction derived from squinting at all angles of the house and see them glow.
Of course you can hire someone else to do it for you, but it's not their house, and their level of commitment to keep the house clean would never nearly be as much as yours.
The incessant pelting of rains has left odd stains on my window that'd need to be cleaned from the outside and for that I'm afraid gravity might not be on my side.
Perhaps this is the one thing I might seek outside help from.
This is a precious good but about cleaning, innit?
Dishes, well I never have a sink full of dishes because I make it a point to clean them as they get dirty. Dinner done, dishes done.. and just so for every meal.
Spoons.. well they do sometimes accumulate. But once there are over three spoons in my sink, they're washed.
And knives never find themselves pooling in sinks, because I'm evangelical about keeping knives clean the moment their job is done. Washed, wiped and carefully aligned in their keep.
More.. soon. Hearts.
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