It appears my cleaning flair has been defeated. I'm not experiencing that "my-sinks-are-so-stinking-clean-I-can-eat-out-of-them" high anymore. Maybe because they never are. ever.
I don't follow my kids around insisting they wipe down the backs of the chairs they used and I don't freak out when a full bowl of cereal hits the floor (gasp).
We left the "mansion" because I was cleaning from the time I got up until the time I went to bed-- but then one could see a difference. I could smell the difference. I was the dirt conquerer.
But here...
There's the grease smell I can't beat.
There's the dog hair that threatens to eat my stove (and we don't have a dog).
There's the mildew growing around the tub that someone before us spared. Instead of killing it off, they chose to caulk over it-- with clear caulk. When that made for an unsettling view during bath time, they put strips of metal-looking plastic over it, so that new mildew could grow.
So I'm thinking... we're carrying this bunny hugging thing a little far, don't you think?
Until recently we were left to use natural defenses against lice over here in the UK. The I-want-to-kill-off-everything medicines available to us in the U.S. have only just begun to creep across the pond. I don't know why I should have to live with creatures that want to feast on my flesh and make me uncomfortable.
Just like I don't think I should have to share a bath with black gooey uselessness either.
I also think I should have a choice as to which critters I share living space with.
When Joe Satellite Dude came over to hook us up to our 20 channels of BBC, he informed us that he couldn't connect to the existing dish and would have to install a new one.
You want to know why?
Because a pigeon had nested in the dish. So huge new holes were drilled in a £250,000 home. To save a pooping machine.
Another mess I would have to clean.
When does this crazy green carny ride stop?
When someone shouts, "I'm gonna be sick!"
And I did. The Hubby donned his killing gear and eradicated the mildew from the bath.
The new white caulk gleams like fresh, sparkly toothpaste.
But I still don't want to clean it.
I've lost that cleaning feeling...
I guess the big question is, do I want it back?
Photo is pre-mildew murdering spree (you think I make this stuff up?)
oh I've completely lost that clean feeling... sad isn't it? :)
ReplyDeleteI am sooo trying to get that clean feeling... we have a new house...& I feel like everything is getting messed up before we have everything in place... Feels like a battle I am not going to be able to win.
ReplyDeleteThanks for popping in today from SITS...looking forward to getting to know you!
I need the cleaning urge to conduct a hostile take over in my house.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad the hubby stepped in and helped out!
hi. i have no idea how i wandered over here, but it sounds like we're quite a bit alike... or we were until you lost the clean freak bug. how'd you do that?? i just finished scrubbing down my bathroom sink with a toothbrush, and the bleach is making my hands crack. ouchie!
ReplyDeleteanyway, glad you conquered the mold!
I've lost it, too ... that is until company comes over, but I don't have the 'full' feeling back...just the feeling of 'sprucing' things up a little bit! lol
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by on Friday when I was featured on SITS. I just got back in town and I'm having a blast responding to everyone. Love your blog!
~melody~
I have a mental block with my gross shower. I have an excuse though, bad knees...LOL
ReplyDeleteI wish I could get that insatiable nesting instinct back with out having to you know, actually get pregnant again. We're only renting this house for a year; I just can't bring myself to care quite as much. Sad. Ok, that's it, maybe shame isn't the BEST motivator, but it still works... gotta go clean the sink.
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Whitney
You are soooooooooo cute!
ReplyDeleteSo glad that 'Twilight' {sort of} brought us together. That 'together' is stretching a point, since we're on opposite sides of The Pond. But you know what I mean.
When I learned you are a total 'Twilight' freak, I was hooked!!!!! >,-)
So sorry to not have realized that you are 'over there,' and won't see the film, as soon as we will. But I will notttttttttttttttttttttt let anything slip!!!!!!!
Not, not, not! I totally understand 'spoiling.' Some time before the last book came out, I stopped reading 'Twilight' blogs because I did not want any kind of spoiling.
I liked living in my own little make-believe-world of thinking up my own possible story lines. ,-)
I do hope that I will simply have to post one word... AWESOME! And let it go at that. 'Till it's been released in other places. And even then, with Spoiler Warning on top.
Thank you for writing such fun blogs!
Hugs,
Miss Mari-Nanci
LOL
ReplyDeleteI am so like you..it's an OCD
and my sniffer is so great
even if my eyesite is lacking
Love the bath tub pic!!
smiles, Deena
You make me sound positively filthy!
ReplyDeleteLife is too short.........
Other things beckon me!
This had me laughing until the tears came (which admitedly, they do easily with me - I have a direct laugh-to-tears-switch which renders them incapable of operating seperately.)
ReplyDeleteGlad you visited my blog and admitted to being a collector too - makes me feel so much less of a freak.
Okay, I want to know when you're coming back here to update. This stuff is GOOD! Though I do agree that living in a small space with small hurricanes makes keeping it neat and tidy almost impossible. Maybe banging my head against the wall would be more productive sometimes.
ReplyDeleteOh, I so hear you.... I can't find my cleaning groove. I haven't been able to for a while! The poor boys at my house. I think they are alarmed... Maybe I will go and clean off the counters now instead of clearing out my email!
ReplyDeletei know the part abt "cleaning from the time I got up until the time I went to bed- "
ReplyDeletei decided to cut some slack into it. Life has become so much more bearable since..
;)Silver
from One Day at a Time with Silver
Getting rid of the urge to clean is a great psychological leap forward. Welcome to the society of dirtballs!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the kind words over at my place, by the way. Much appreciated.
I thought the solution would be a bigger house.
ReplyDeleteThe smaller house (half this size) was cleanable. Doable. The family trashed it, I could pick it all up in under an hour. Scrub it completely down in a couple more. I even used to clean light switches and scrub walls. Who. Would. Have. Thought. I'd. Do. Such. A. Thing.
Here, I never seem to even make a dent. It's the never-ending dust and dog hair collecting house of horrors. Toys everywhere. Clothes in every hidey hole, and there are hundreds of hidey holes here. Just STUFF. Everywhere. I throw it out by the half-ton, it comes back by the ton. And four bathrooms to clean. Which all get dirty even though we only ever use two of them.
I'm not a good enough housekeeper for this kind of house.