Household chores are simultaneously uplifting and demoralizing.
Do you know what I mean?
I spend yesterday cleaning and doing household chores. Not the quick vacuum around the litter box and scrub the toilet, but the full deal. I vacuumed and dusted. I sprayed chemicals all over this house and scrubbed every surface. I dug the cat litter out of the treadmill belt, wiped down the baseboards in the bedroom, and scrubbed the kitchen floor.
But I was just getting started. I cut the grass. I scrubbed mildew and leaves off the back deck. I hosed down the deck furniture.
I washed every piece of dirty laundry in this house. Well, except for the sheets. They’ll have to wait another few days.
And when I was done, I surveyed the place and felt damn proud of myself. The kitchen sparkled, the bedroom was camera ready, the yard picturesque. There are few feelings as satisfying as a clean house.
That’s why it’s uplifting. Today I feel energized, productive, and ready to take on the world. A clean house can do that.
It doesn’t last.
Because as soon as I was finished, I showered and threw my dirty clothes into my hamper. The laundry was officially starting to pile up again.
The grass is growing, even as we speak. The dust I whipped up into the air is resettling.
I made oatmeal this morning and spilled blueberries all over my perfect kitchen counter.
Jasmine found a prime spot to deposit a hairball.
The cycle is never-ending. Usually, I’m cleaning a bit here and there, and I’m in a state of equilibrium with the dust and dirt of life.
But we you do a full housecleaning, you get the satisfaction of perfection.
Even if it is only one perfect moment.