I'm the first person to admit that, while I have many diverse talents, housecleaning is not one of them. Sure, it's not a tip in here; it's not like you're going to catch a disease by stepping on my living room rug. But it almost always looks like the day before it's due to be cleaned. Not horribly dirty, but a little dusty on the coffee table, a few scratches in the kitchen sink, some splotches of toothpaste on the bathroom mirror. You know, a house that's lived in.
Now that the demolition is well under way, I realized we had two choices. We could shrug, give up and say, "Well, the dust isn't going anywhere so we'll have to live with it." Or we could fight it every step of the way. We have decided to fight.
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| Meet bucket and mop, my new best friends (sob) |
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| Not really our house |
When I taught 6th grade science, I would spend a couple of days each year discussing the dust bowl. I would show photos of day turned into night, play some Woody Guthrie ballads and read from "The Grapes of Wrath." I tried to get my 6th graders to sense what it was like having to live in a world covered with endless layers of dust. Who knew that all I really needed to do was walk them through the beginning stages of a home remodel.
So in the interest of sanity - and to avoid constant sneezing - we are doing our best to mop the hardwood floors each night, vacuum the rug and clean the bathroom counter and mirror. While these are not three of my favorite ways to spend a cool summer evening, I have realized that I cannot give in. I must battle the oncoming (dust) devils and I must be triumphant.
OK, I just realized that as soon as Darryl reads this post he's going to question the depth of my desire to keep this house clean. Guess I'd better log off the computer and get to work. Sigh.
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