Confession...

I did something for the first time today. Today was the first time that I have vacuumed the cob webs from the corners of the ceiling and wall. Appalling, I know. And I admit, they no longer fell in the "web" category. Cob business parks would probably be a better description.

Cleaning and I have a very love-hate relationship. Part of me wants so badly to really care about having a house that is clean nearly 100% of the time. But the larger, albeit lazier, part of me seriously would rather be doing something else. I would never call my house dirty, mostly thanks to Grant, who cannot leave the kitchen after dinner until it is clean. Messy at times would be a better word to describe it. There are already so many tasks that I have to do constantly. For example, as previously mentioned, the kitchen. I cook a lot. I also tend to use every dish, bowl, pot and pan I own when I make a meal. If I want to cook again the next night, the kitchen has to be clean. Then we have the laundry. How two people can generate enough laundry to warrant washing several loads on a weekly basis is beyond me. I am still not convinced that there is not a boarder living discreetly in our guest room who plays dress-up while I am at work.

Laundry and basic kitchen cleaning is time consuming in and of itself. By the time it is all done, sometimes I just want to moved the pile of papers off the couch and on to the floor, watch some TV and enjoy a glass of wine. (It should be noted here that this pile of papers that I speak of was moved to the couch after being on the kitchen counter. I can't cook dinner with a pile of paper on the counter!)

The problem I struggle with is that I do love the look and feel of a freshly cleaned house. When I do go all out and really clean up, it is usually sparked by a comment like this to my husband, "Hey, we should have a party. I need to clean the house again." And to the people of the world who are able to keep a tidy house all the time, I am envious. Honestly though, I can handle a little mess if it means that I am a happier person. There will always be time to clean up, but if the world is going to end tomorrow, wouldn't you rather want to go out knowing that you spent your time doing what you wanted instead of making sure you had a clean house that only you would see anyway? I would...and the spiders thank me for that.