With fall fast approaching I find that I am feeling rushed to complete my spring cleaning. “What?” you ask. “You haven’t finished your spring cleaning? Spring is long past.” You’re right spring is long past and I haven’t even started my spring cleaning. There, I’ve said it out loud. I am a spring cleaning drop out.
Over the years, I’ve tried to get excited about moving all the furniture out of a room, cleaning it side to side and top to bottom, and then putting it all back. After all, Livvie Walton and the girls certainly seem to have a lot of fun when they do it on TV Land. My problem is that when I start something, it usually brings to mind something else that I need to do.
For example: To start my spring cleaning, I prepare to move the blanket chest in the living room out to the porch, but realize it’s really heavy, so I open it to see if there’s anything I should remove. As I am sorting through the contents, I find a blanket that would look really nice on my couch, so I pull it out and drape it over the back. But now a quilt, that’s folded in a basket, doesn’t match so I carry it upstairs to put on the shelf with the other quilts, which are stacked beneath a coat that needs some buttons. Hmm… It won’t take me but a minute to sew those on.
So, I get the coat and the buttons, but the blue thread is not in my sewing box. I walk downstairs to look next to my chair and notice a great magazine article about spring cleaning, so I sit down to read that. Maybe I can get some tips that will make me more efficient. When I finish the article, I find the thread and head back upstairs. Once the buttons are attached, I take the coat in to my child’s room, which is really dusty. I can’t leave it like that.
Back down the steps I head to get a dust rag and some dusting spray. Might as well dust the whole downstairs while I’m at it. Downstairs dusted, I climb back up and dust the upstairs. Then I notice that the screen to Scott’s window has fallen out onto the porch roof, so I squeeze through the window to retrieve it and, while I’m there, I see that the chickens are in my garden.
I run down the steps, out the door and through the yard, waving my arms and hollering at the renegade hens until they fly over the fence and hot foot it back to the hen house. On my trip back to the house, I notice that the lawn really needs to be mowed, so I get the lawnmower, gas it up and trim up the yard.
When I finish that chore, I’m thirsty so I head to the kitchen for a glass of water. The clean glasses are all in the dishwasher which I unload. As I’m unloading, I notice how messy the cabinet where I keep my plastic-ware has become. I sit on the floor and sort through all the different size bowls, trying to match them up with lids and discovering that I have 40 lids that no longer have mates. I toss those, which fills the trash can, so I take it out and dump it.
I stand for a moment admiring the beautiful spring flowers and that’s when I remember. I am supposed to be spring cleaning my house. But, now it’s supper time. I’ll finish tomorrow.
After supper, I sit down in my chair. Why am I so tired? I didn’t get a bit of spring cleaning done. The trunk in the living room is still standing open and, as I reach over to close it, I notice a stack of pictures that need to be sorted and placed in albums. I’ll do that as soon as I finish my spring cleaning. Which I might finish this fall…if I don’t open that trunk again.