Cleaning is great therapy
FRIDAY, December 4 – As the saying goes; a nod is as good as a wink, to a blind horse. After over thirteen years of marriage it is clear for all to see that I used to wear a ring on my left ring finger. The stubborn relic of a devotion which is still visible? Love until death do us part.
I do. I still do.
Sander and I agree: Mom was always busy cleaning. Just a bit too busy, we decide.
That doesn’t mean that from now on we’re allowed to live like a bunch of slobs. On the contrary, I have thrown myself into the task of cleaning and maintaining our house. I’m a veritable whirlwind of cleanliness.
On Friday and Saturday I change the beds, do loads of wash, and clean the bathrooms. I try to vacuum as well, but I must confess that once in a while I ‘cheat’ a bit, despite the fact that when you have a dog it’s really important to stay on top of things.
I’ve noticed that cleaning the house gives a sense of ‘control’: control over our lives. It seems to be working.
22.45 – Tired. Tired. Tired.
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