April Awakening: Day Six 🌤️🌤️🌤️
It’s actually embarrassing how little I’ve done today. And I’ve been awake since 6:30AM. I had it in my head that I was going to do a deep clean on my home, something I’m so used to wanting to do, but got side-tracked by video games and the deletion of over 300 work emails. I actually just got up from an hour of lying on the floor, sprawled out, listening to the funny gamer boys I never stop listening to, while playing level after level of a mobile game I’ve already played. It’s like I couldn’t stop. But at least the carpet was freshly-vacuumed, right?
When I’m staying in hotels or Airbnbs, I make it a point to keep everything as tidy as possible. I can’t stand the clutter when I’m in a place I’m only staying in temporarily. I have no problem doing a full scrub down when it’s time for me to depart, and all my reviews on Airbnb note of how tidy (and friendly) a person I am. It feels nice being able to clean for someone else. I used to do that for my best friend *Charmaine, too. I’d go over to her home and just organize her entire room, which was quite messy at the time. I even scrubbed her second bathroom for two-and-a-half hours last time I stayed over. I take pride in the cleanliness of other people’s homes but reserve none of the purity for myself.
I have yet to figure out what is the cause of this ongoing laziness. I’ve written about it here many times over, but I can’t quite get the gunk out. I’m by no means living in a hoarder home, but my entire place could stand to sparkle a little more. It’s like I’m far too comfortable noticing the dust or the dried spots of Sadie spit to do anything about it. There’s just no consistency to it. No one is coming over. No one else is going to see. But that should be no excuse as to what keeps me content in a houseful of crud.
When out at a hotel, you know turndown service is coming. While staying in an Airbnb, the host will swing by to clean before their next guest arrives. There’s a knowledge of consistency with places that always need to be clean and sanitized, and I can’t seem to transfer that to my own dwelling. Does my home need to be clean? No, but it certainly helps for a multitude of reasons. Why can’t I just get out the vacuum a little more often and do something about it? Is my day going to be ruined by taking twenty minutes to scrub the floors? And hey, if I run the duster over the shelves once a week, then there won’t be as much dust to clean the next time, right?
We never stop cleaning our homes, just like we never stop taking out the garbage or doing the dishes. It all comes with the territory of owning your own property. I’ve got to get over the part of me that would rather take pride in someone else’s home than my own. There’s just no need to get used to my own sheen of smut when it looks so much better all glowing and bright. Excuses are easy. Laundering my own laziness is the tricky part.
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