I hate cleaning. Dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, polishing – ugh. Boring. Horrible. But Tidying? Love it. Going from one end of a room (or even the whole house) picking things up, putting them in their places, straightening the crooked, aligning the misaligned – love it. SUCH a sense of accomplishment.
The kitchen is the worst offender (yes, it’s the KITCHEN’s fault, not ours). We, Mr Tater and I, have a very bad habit of coming in the door from the garage and just dumping whatever we have in our hands on the kitchen table. It’s a pretty good sized table, and there’s just the two of eating from it, so there’s plenty of room to dump stuff. Library books just coming in, or needing to go out, random coupons or flyers we’ve picked up, an odd keychain that no one remembers acquiring, 3 pens… you get the idea. And between tidying flurries, more stuff keeps coming in and pushing the old stuff closer to the middle. Eventually it starts encroaching on the eating part of the table and then it’s Time To Tidy!
The other major culprit is at the far end of the countertop, in a corner. It seems that torn-out magazine recipes, printed-out online recipes, coupons from the pizza joint (after they have been tidied off the kitchen table), pens, rubber bands… detritus of all sorts end up in this corner. Eventually, it spreads along the counter until it begins to interfere in food prep and then it’s Time To Tidy!
After I finish this post, I’m going to go Tidy. Once I get down to bare surfaces, I will smile and think I’ve done some good in the world.
Written as part of the April 2015 A to Z Challenge.