There is a large pile of ironing sitting on the chest at the end of my bed waiting to be done. It has been sitting there since last weekend and it just keeps getting bigger and bigger. I have no motivation to do it. The floors also need to be vacuumed, the kitchen floor swept and mopped, the bathroom cleaned and the dishes washed. I have no motivation to do any of it.
Occasionally I get random desires to clean the house and when I do the house seems so much brighter and happier. It feels fabulous to look around see everything sparkling, but I hate dedicating an entire day of my precious weekend to cleaning the house. I have just worked five days at my job, I do not want to work on my house on my days off. There are many home organiser systems like Fly Lady that attempt to teach you how to clean gradually and on the surface they seem really logical, but who, except for the stay at home mother, honestly has time to do cleaning throughout their busy week? I know I don’t, by the time I get home, get the dogs feed and dinner cooked it is about 9pm and I am not going to scrub out the bath at that hour.
Also all home organiser systems assume that you are married with kids and Christian. Therefore, amongst all the hints are big anvils waiting to bash you around the head about how you can better serve the Lord and bless your family by keeping a clean house. I am betting that the first thing St Peter is going to ask you when you reach the pearly gates is not “Did you keep your house clean?”. I just want to learn how to more efficiently clean my house, not receive religious instructions and hints that really belong in 1950s women’s magazines.
Surely there are other agnostic childfree working women who may or may not be the mother of a couple of fur kids out there who are struggling with working long hours and trying to keep their house clean. I can not be the only one. If you are out there, give me a shout and perhaps we can have a bitch about how difficult it is to keep our places clean.