I have to say, I hate cleaning. Always have, and something tells me I always will. In fact, instead of cleaning, I sat down here to tell you I hate cleaning. I love a clean house. I just wish someone else would come here and do it.
When I get home from work, the kids want to play, dinner needs to be made and there is always something on the go. When I finally have time to clean, I'm too tired to bother.
Today I will clean. I WILL CLEAN. I WILL CLEAN....maybe if I tell myself enough it will happen. Actually, it will today. But by the time the kids play and the dog sheds, it won't look clean for long. Maybe I should take a picture this time to preserve it.
I figure it's a bonus day of the year, so I should do something productive with it. In fact, if I really do all my cleaning this morning, then I can scrap this afternoon in peace. How nice would that be? A good reward.