I’m taking a moment from my weekly scramble to proclaim, once and for all, that cleaning is bullshit.
Now you know.
My muscles are sore, I haven’t showered, I have a killer headache from cleaning products and with four kids (plus some strays) a dog, a visiting dog and a cat, it is bullshit.
But, as always, that’s not the whole story. In cleaning up my house that has not really been cleaned HARD since Martian left (don’t judge me), there’s been that bit of emotional purge. Buh-bye Martian. GTFO, Freedom. This house is mine. From the basement to the attic, which I now know does not house squirrels or birds. Its mine.
Well, unofficially. I’m still waiting on that pesky financial paperwork to come through, and totally not sweating that a bit. Argh.
So, now, with only my room to clean, I’m at the point, again, where I’m wondering what I’m going to do if the financing doesn’t work. Staying here, where the carpet is new, and the paint still glows, where my kids are going to (or went to) the elementary school a block away, where my rhododendron is about to bloom and what has somehow become “home” is the most practical decision I could make.
The other option has a gleaming future, as well, and I already feel a plan forming there, despite my reluctance to leave a pretty decent “center” of business activity for a slower, more country life where gigs may be less accessible, but I am still drawn to.
Plus, things are radically changing in my day-to-day life that, if I actually believed half the shit I tell others, are just the Universe breaking ties for me so I can more easily step into the next adventure, with kids in tow.
But, I digress. This is about cleaning, about purging. Its about breaking through the muck and grime and seeing a shiny new surface that maybe was forgotten for a time. Its about owning my future, whatever that is… no, its about scrubbing toilets and lugging a carpet cleaner up and down 2 flights of stairs. Its about my shag carpet smelling fresh again, not about the gleaming hardwood floors that could be mine.
Cleaning. Is. Bullshit.