As you probably know by now, I hate cleaning and am full of excuses for not doing it.
But most of the time, I have to admit, it’s not that bad. Once I get started, I’m motivated to keep going and afterwards I’m a little to a lot satisfied.
Sadly, that was not the case on Sunday. Instead, I had an experience that reminded me that I’m bad at cleaning and should just give up.
When I started vacuuming, I noticed some yellow dust coming out from under the ugly rug that came with our room.
I flipped up the rug to reveal what used to be a carpet pad entirely disintegrated, except for the mesh that once held it together.
I vacuumed, then cut away the mesh. But when I pulled up the mesh, yellow dust flew around the room. This caused my husband, let’s call him Saint Tom, to have to change the sheets.
The vacuum container filled up, and I actually remembered how to remove it! But not how to open it. So obviously, I dumped dust all over the bathroom. Twice.
After I finally got the dust from the vacuum to the garbage, all I had to do was Clorox wipe the vacuum and the rest of the bathroom, which now had dust all over it.
By the end, I was sweating and covered in yellow dust, but at least it made me actually want to shower.
So, no. Cleaning is not fulfilling. It still sucks, in case you were wondering.