I hate housework. I think I may have mentioned that a time or two here. Possibly. But the fact that I hate housework means that my house can get kinda gross. Not Hoarders gross, thank heavens, so it could be a WHOLE lot worse. But still, a modicum of housework is necessary whether I like it or not.
And the grossness means that Joe can get really cranky when he gets home from trips. I mean, think about it–he’s living in nice hotels with someone who comes in and tidies up after you, makes the bed, cleans the toilets and hangs fresh towels. And then he comes home to a grossish house. While I hate that he gets cranky, I do sort of get it.
So this week I made a deal with him. I listed (in advance, so I was prepared) the very small amount of housework I’m willing to do and how often I’m willing to do it. Two things get done every day, there are a couple of weekly items, and a couple of monthly items. Not much. Not enough that the grossness is forever gone and that I will be spending hours a week at housework, but enough that it will maintain a minimum standard of living. And in exchange he can’t get mad at me about the house. He agreed. So this week I made my bed every morning, and washed dishes every day. And he didn’t get mad.
One of my weekly chores is 2 hours of decluttering. I’ve been dreading it, not because I hate getting rid of stuff. I actually kind of enjoy it, and we’ve decided to have a yard sale and get rid of a bunch of junk and hopefully make some money that will go towards new living room furniture. That means, of course, that things are going to seem worse for a while, because I’ll be decluttering from one area and piling things in boxes that we’ll have to stick somewhere until we have this mythical yard sale, but that’s okay.
Here’s the thing, though. As I’ve been doing the bare minimum to which I agreed, I’ve started doing a little more. Like he’s going to be really happy when he gets home from Cleveland and sees the kitchen. And I’ll admit it makes me happier to see order emerging from chaos.
Ideally I want to pay someone to come and clean house, but Joe insists and I reluctantly agreed that we pay off the credit cards and then get a new kitchen floor and new kitchen cabinets and replace the air conditioner and furnace before we start paying someone to clean. I’ll admit that I would dearly love all these things to happen, from the credit cards being paid off all the way down to the new floor. So I’m not complaining.
And in the meantime, even doing the bare minimum has things looking better, and if I keep doing a little bit more, it’ll be better yet.
Of course, if anyone wants to either front us the money to pay the credit cards and replace the kitchen floor and cabinets and the central air unit and the furnace, I’d never say no. Or else a DNA alteration that turns me into someone who loves to clean. And while you’re at it, how about someone who doesn’t like chocolate and loves exercise?