Today is house cleaning day. Oh how I hate this day. It’s not so much the cleaning….well yeah you know now that I think about it it is the cleaning. I shouldn’t complain too much since the wife gets the hard job of cleaning the shower and downstairs bathroom. I get the living room upstairs room and bathroom which are never used. I guess the main reason I hate it is because it takes the whole night. I get home from work, eat and then clean until I go to bed pretty much.
It’s funny because until Becca and I got married I never really cleaned before. The most I would do is dust my room occasionally and that was only because my mother refused to take down all the action figures I had set up all over. I have found one thing I enjoy about cleaning, vacuuming. For some reason it’s very soothing. Maybe it’s the dull hum, maybe it’s the smell of vacuum dust, maybe it’s how nuts the dog goes trying to get away from it? I don’t know, but it’s the one bright spot in an otherwise grooling practice.
So when is your cleaning day? What do you like about it? What do you hate about it? Come on let’s vent.