Jesus Christ.
Half of my problem is that I am neurotic and nearly autistic; I have trouble making a room basically clean and stopping at that. The result is that it takes me hours and hours to clean a room that was already almost basically clean to begin with and I leave other, more unwieldy rooms to their wild, wild ways. And I go back and do the same thing the next day. You could eat off my kitchen floor but you can’t get across the living room without leaping.
So I would like to adjust the nature of this goal, as it is defined in my head:
A ‘clean house’ is defined thus: nothing on the floor and nothing on any major surface areas excepting what is supposed to be there. All dishes done. All bins emptied. All clothes clean, folded and placed in their respective compartments. Birdcage cleaned within the past week.
I will worry about the unseen bits and the organizational systems later. I will do what I can to keep my microcosmic obsessions at bay.
