I’m not sure what happened to me Saturday, but a switch got flipped and I raced into spring cleaning mode with zeal. Corners untouched for a while, got scrubbed. Dust bunnies hidden were eradicated.
I didn’t tire, but continued looking for the next area to attack with vigilance.
Flower beds were raked of their winter droppings. Fall perennials were pruned. I even managed to give a mopping lesson to my daughter. By Saturday afternoon things glistened inside and out!
Cleaning was not something I enjoyed as a child. I had multi-colored carpet that constantly changed with the array of clothes on my floor. There were far more important things to do — play with my friends!
As I’ve gotten older, I don’t care for cleaning any more than I did as a child. My multi-colored carpet is gone, but I still feel there are far more important things to do than clean — spend time with my family!
I hope I never grow out that feeling. Even when I’m a grandparent, I don’t want cleaning to be the
Life is full of mini adventures waiting to be explored. Family activities waiting to be done together. Escapades waiting to be discovered.
I will always dislike cleaning. After all, there are more important things to do!
