Tuesday, December 15, 2009
The thing about cleaning a house, well my house, is it is never done. It is a work in progress. I can clean superficially - the quick tidy, and vaccum around the furniture. I can do a really good cleaning - actually put things in their place, move furniture when I am doing floors, dust. And then there is the real cleaning... which usually makes more mess because it always involves purging, reorganizing and washing walls and shelves, and doing windows.
Real cleaning is usually triggered by a change in our family. When I was growing up it meant we were moving. I had moved 14 times by the time I was 14 years old. Then with my own family it meant a baby was coming, kids were changing rooms, kids were changing up to larger beds, my husband and I were changing up to a larger bed, someone developed asthma, someone was coming home from hospital, kids were heading off to school, or camp, or University...
Today I opened my kitchen cupboards and did a real clean. Wiped out the shelves, checked expiration dates, threw out boxes and packages of things I don't eat any more. The kitchen looks like a disaster hit it because I haven't decided which cassaroles and baking dishes to keep yet. But what triggered all this, I realized is I have changed. I eat differently, I cook differently. And although I cook for a lot of other people, I am beginning to enforce more healthy eating habits. All these things I had around for the kids... nope, uh uh. Not any more. I think I am getting ready for ME to come home.