My china cabinet shines. So does everything in it. And the hall, and the bathroom, and the back wall in the kitchen. Spent all day yesterday cleaning and buffing and polishing. If I could just stand here in front of the china cabinet, I’d think my house was clean. (sigh)
I’m from that “stuck in the middle” generation of the late sixties and early seventies. We were raised and trained by women who stayed at home scrubbing, cooking, and taking care of kids all day. As young women, we burned bras and took jobs and felt independent. They even had a name for us. We were the Superwomen. Women who worked our butts off outside the home but still took care of the house and kids. I’ve spent most of my life feeling torn in both directions. I used to handle everything pretty good but I’m tired now and don’t have the energy to be a superwoman. There aren’t enough hours in the day and all that scrubbing and polishing takes so much time. I worked from the time I got up until I went to bed. The most difficult thing was the four ton china cabinet. I moved it away from the wall and chased away all the dust bunnies. Took all the pictures and stuff off the wall and scrubbed it from ceiling to floor. Took everything out of all the drawers and shelves in the china cabinet and washed the cabinet with Murphy Oil Soap. Used a soft cloth to polish and buff the wood and then washed every single item that was in it. Now it shines. No, it sparkles. Like it should.
I used to straighten the house every day and thoroughly clean at least one room every Saturday. Scrubbing walls, washing and polishing furniture, waxing floors. I’d make DH and the kids help. When the kids got married and left home, it became so easy. DH and I didn’t mess things up so it was a piece of cake to keep things clean. Over the empty nest years, I was able to have an immaculate house without really putting forth a lot of effort. Now, the boys live here and DS is here and there are three (four times?) as many loads of laundry, dishes, and messes to clean up and I never feel like I can get on top of things. That’s one of my New Year’s Resolutions. To make everyone help more with getting and keeping the house clean. Everyone is going to pick a room that they’re responsible for cleaning as well as their bedroom. Cleaning, not straightening. White glove stuff. Don’t know how it’s going to work but I’m going to give it a try. Problem is, I’m stubborn (egocentric? guilty?) enough to have a deep seated conviction that no one can clean it like I do. If the entire room is clean except for the walls and windows, I have a habit of saying, “Hey! You did great!” and then sneaking in later and washing the walls and windows. It’s really difficult for me to say, “What you’ve done looks good but you still have to do the walls and windows.” Guess it comes from that upbringing where I was raised to consider all the cleaning to be my job.
Okay, enough…I’ve got to get to work. I took on the kitchen as my room and I still have a lot of cabinets to clean, windows to wash, and walls to scrub.
4:00 - Went to Meijer’s and stocked up on eye of round roasts. At $1.99 a pound, who wouldn’t? They also had a bunch of stuff that was 10 for $10.00 with an eleventh item free. So I got 33 of the assorted 10 for 10s. Ought to make for some creative dining this week. Got an eye of round roast in the crock pot with Onion Soup Mix. Big bags of carrot nuggets were 10 for 10 and so were Dole Salad Mixes so I guess I’ll throw a few potatoes and carrots in with the roast and fix a salad. I also got some beautiful red peppers. Maybe I’ll roast them with a little olive oil and balsamic vinegar and throw some mozzarella on them.
Didn’t get much done on the kitchen today. After I got home from shopping and put everything away, I started teaching the boys how to clean their assigned rooms. It was a lot more difficult for me to let them do it than it was to do it myself and I’m proud that I was able to back off and let them do it. Andrew chose the downstairs bathroom and Steven chose the living room. Because I thoroughly cleaned the downstairs bathroom yesterday, Andrew didn’t have much to do so I put him to work helping Steven get the living room in shape. It took them soooo long to do everything that I just wanted to take over and get it done. They did a pretty good job and I kept telling myself that they’d be able work faster next time and, with a bit of practice, they’ll eventually be able to do it just as well and just as fast as I do.
“Here, Andrew, let me show you. Take the pictures off the wall, lay them flat, and then spray the Windex so it won’t run under the edge of the frame and ruin the picture. No, not in circles…wipe around the edges and then go from side to side to make sure you get the whole thing and don’t miss an area. Okay…now put the picture back up and step back to see if it’s straight. No, a little to the left. Too much. Back to the right. More…to the left…No, move it to the right…”
“Whoa, Steven! Always wash the window frame and window sill before you clean the glass so you won’t slop cleaning stuff on the glass after you’ve already cleaned it. Look, see how it looks in the light? See how you missed all the corners? Do it like this. That’s better. Keep going.”
“No, Andrew! Stop! Don’t use the Lysol on the furniture. Use Murphy’s Oil Soap to clean it and then polish it with a soft towel. See how clean and shiny it is?”
I have to give them credit. They worked hard and were pretty proud of themselves when they were done. Andrew showed Steven how to fold the towels on the towel rack and told him that he wasn’t going to go behind him and refold them all the time so he’d better do it right. Steven said he never realized how much work it was just to clean the living room and he could see why I get upset when they mess it up. Now…while I still have a teeny bit of energy left, I’m going to try to work on my room: the kitchen. I changed the water in the spa Friday afternoon and I have a bottle of St. James white wine chilling in the refrigerator as my incentive to keep going another two hours. Then…I’m taking a little time for me.
7:00 - Whoa! Hold the boat! Sistah Pat is waaaayy tipsy. Didn’t realize it until I drank a fairly large (ahem…) glass of wine in the spa and it hit me like a ton of bricks. Then I realized I hadn’t eaten anything all day. Whoo Hooo! DH to the rescue! It’s taken me ten minutes to type this paragraph (hee, hee!) DH says he’s got dinner under control and wants me to go lie down on the couch and watch TV!