It is officially Summer, this means Spring Cleaning Season is over.
How did you do? Me? I failed miserably. I usually do so I’m not surprised or bummed about it…
I still get the urge to try to accomplish the task. I’ve lived a few years with a modified FlyLady routine in place. Modified, as in do as little as possible to ensure no raids from the health department. I’ll be the first to admit:
- If I have the choice of washing windows or meeting a friend for coffee… the friend wins.
- If I have the choice of scrubbing the tub or reading a book… the book wins.
- If I have the choice of mopping the floor or eating ice cream… the ice cream wins.
- If I have the choice of ironing or… okay, I’m tricking you here, I’m not sure I even have an iron.
Today I gave myself a one day grace period. Although we have made the first step into summer …much to Scooter and Weasy’s protests… I decided an attempt at post-Spring Panic Cleaning was in order.
I shoved the vacuum cleaner handle into Weasy’s hand, gave the dust buster to Scooter while I grabbed a dust cloth and yelled ‘GO’. There was a moment of stunned silence as we looked at each other…
We gave it our all for almost 10 minutes. Exhausted we dropped onto the sofa listlessly high-fiving each other. A job well done… well, a job done… kind of. Pressure’s over for another year…
Now for that ice cream!