We have just enjoyed several gloriously warm and sunny days, this resulted in long hours in the garden and a little crafting for my soul.
The housework became minimal, only what had to be done. Today it is still warm but grey and a faint haze of moisture in the air. I was up early, as usual, and having looked outside and checked the weather report decided it was cleaning day. The bathroom is positively sparkling and the kitchen has been "bottomed". It took me almost 3 hours, not long really as everything moveable was removed so I could get at all the nooks and cranny's.
I recently saw a report that said the average person spends 5-7 hours weekly on cleaning, I could not do it. Last thing after dinner I do my kitchen, wash up, dry and stack away. Wash the bowl, sink, dish drainer and draining board and whip round the taps.
I clear the tops of everything that does not belong and give them a spray of my vinegar solution and polish it off. Then the floor gets swept and washed. , this takes up to an hour. The past week this has been a rushed and skimped job, today I paid the price.
I will be working my way through the rest of the house as the day goes on, I do have a WIP layered ready to be basted and will fit that in one way or another.
All work and no play is a very bad thing.
Now I do not consider myself to be the cleanest person on the planet and I am no Hyacinth Bucket. Right now my sewing room is a tip but it will be done by days end.
I was out yesterday, Ben had his walk with Dolly and Archie, and chatting to a group of 5 other peeps. We got onto this report and one said that she could go through her house in 2 hours and did it twice weekly, no pets, no children, works full time and lives on ready meals. Another admitted to spending most of the day working in her house and often not finishing it all, does not go to work, has 4 children, 3 dogs, a few cats and an assortment of little feathered and furry creatures to boot.
There is another who quite happily owns up to not seeing dust or cobwebs, will watch telly all day and cleans only when it becomes a health hazard.
I also read a blog post, my apologies as I can not remember where, about the 1 cup per person rule, after being faced with a sink full of dirty ones. My Mum introduced this one year, long after I had moved out, she got up one morning to find only 2 clean mugs, hers and Dads usual ones. My sister and brothers got up and there were no mugs.... I was told that things got a bit heated and then extremely sweary when said sister produced 3 mugs from her room, one of which had a lovely crop of fur.
It was not helped when brothers went out to the work shop, both car and bike mad, and brought in a tray full, all filthy some mouldy.
Mum simply took them outside and tipped them in the bin, making certain that they all broke.
The 3 culprits had to go and replace them all, needless to say it never happened again, but the 1 mug rule stood till they all left home.
I am not sure where this is going, call it a case of cleaning fatigue, coupled with a smidgeon of disgust at how far I had let my kitchen slip.
My tea break is over and I need to find the coffee table, to polish, I am sure it is under all that paper somewhere.