The fact that I am cleaning challenged is highly disappointing to my mother whose nickname is Joan Crawford.
I feel like I should clarify, it’s because of her insane clean freak-ness and not because she woke us up screaming about wire hangers. She did however wake us up to the Ohio State fight song blasting on Saturday mornings to clean the house, which may be just as bad. Janet can not sit still. She comes over and does my dishes, folds my laundry, and tidies everything in her path. Dave calls her the tornado and just knows to get out of the way.
I’ve talked about it before, but cleaning and organizing is not my forte. I don’t have that gene, either that or it’s the adult ADD. I mean, I do it because I have to. But, it’s really the exact opposite of an enjoyable experience for me. If we ever have the opportunity to meet, go ahead and ask me, I can name 25 things I would rather be doing.
I do love it when the house is clean though, I just don’t want to be the one to do it. The ONE thing I miss about working? Having someone else clean my house. It was heaven. I would walk in the door and everything would be sparkling, just like when Jeanie would twinkle her nose and clean up the house for Darren only Jeanie was Lori.
Lori is magic with some Windex. Magic, I tell ya.
Are you a super organized cleaning machine or can we hang out at the slightly unorganized cool table?