Cleaning a house is bullshit. There I said it.
I had myself convinced that I was too busy to clean house when I was working. I mean, we didn't live in filth but cleaning was a secondary function for me.
Now, eh? I have come to the realization that I just don't like cleaning. There may be a place for everything but frankly I don't care where it is.
So, what should I be doing now instead of writing this? Laundry.
There really is no point to this post other than to share with you my general contempt towards keeping house. It wasn't a work thing. It is a me thing.
Good thing AJ didn't marry me for my housekeeping skills! ;)