Housecleaning has never been one of my top priorities.
“If the shelves are dusty and the pots don’t shine,
It’s because I have better things to do with my time.”
How beautifully put! I couldn’t have said it better.
I hate housework. You make the beds, you wash the dishes and six months later you have to start all over again. —Joan Rivers
Isn’t this true? What a keen sense of observation Joan.
As you can see, I am not the only one who is not enamored with housecleaning.
First of all, I don’t like living in a sterile environment.
It is not good for you because your immune system must know the enemy to fight it. If it never came across those nasty pathogens it won’t know what to do when it sees them.
If on the other hand, it had a few brawls with them in the past, it will be better prepared to deal with them in a major engagement.
Doesn’t this make sense?
And besides, housecleaning is not stimulating enough for me.
I don’t get any satisfaction polishing pots or dusting furniture.
Somebody said “Dust is a protective coating for fine furniture” and I believe it.
In addition, if you are poetically inclined, you could inscribe a thoughtful haiku on a dust-covered cupboard.
And I don’t want to deprive my cat from the joys of spider stalking.
I don’t mean living in a pigsty, but a little bohemian neglect appeals to me.
But between you and me, I am basically allergic to housecleaning. Just thinking of it gives me the hives.
I can see dusting a few things when receiving unfamiliar guests, but doing this on a regular basis goes doesn’t make sense to me.
I’d rather play pétanque than hunt for a few crumbs on the floor.
Some people though truly enjoy cleaning. It relaxes them they say. That’s OK with me.
If in the future you feel a little tense, give me ring. Out of the goodness of my heart, I’ll find something for you to scrub.
Alain