Yup, I did. Well I didn’t even finish cleaning it but I did more than I have done for months. Something’s been bugging me since I saw the clinical psychologist last week. I had told her that when I wasn’t working or looking after my child, I found it hard to relax because often things needed cleaning. I mentioned the bathroom to which she replied ‘well what does it matter, you clean it once a week then and it’s ok’. She obviously thought she was giving me a benchmark I could adjust to but she didn’t know just how far short of that benchmark I’ve been falling!
And before you go ewwwww. I do clean it, but it’s been more of the patchy, get rid of the most obvious dirt and generally spray disinfectant around for a while. Last year, when I was still working full time I had a cleaner, but she went to save the money. Anyway, long story short, I felt like I needed to give it a good clean.
I cleaned and disinfected the toilet, basin, bath and shower, as well as my daughters bath toys, and was one shower screen in before I had to concede defeat. But I did it. I’ve never loved cleaning. It’s too much like an uncomfortable gym circuit – lots of bending and stretching into awkward places, standing on tiptoe and reaching round behind things. And considering I’ve hardly even walked anywhere more than was necessary for the last year, I think that’s a pretty good job.
So there you go, my life has been reduced to blogging on a Saturday night about how happy I am I cleaned the bathroom. Yippee. Livin’ the dream.