As I have stated before – numerous times – I really hate cleaning my house. I understand that it is a task that must eventually be done, because who wants to continue to live in filth? Or in my case, clutter. Lots and lots of clutter. Not quite needing a Hoarders intervention, but still. I am not the most organized person in the world. I blame it on my ADHD. I start organizing and I see something else to be done and I start on that and OOOOOO look! a book I haven’t seen in a while and OH! before I put that up I need to clean out that cabinet and… SQUIRREL! I am like a crow. Easily distracted by bright-shiny objects. Who am I kidding? They don’t even have to be all that bright and shiny. Dark and dull will do the trick equally as well. In my mind, there is ALWAYS something more important to do. ANYTHING!
Eventually, the clutter becomes overwhelming (like I said – messy…not 4 foot tall piles of crap like on Hoarders…), and we have marathon cleaning sessions. This week has been one of those weeks. The Monkeys and I have been attacking the house (well, I have been attacking the yard) with a vengeance. Monkey #1 has cleaned his room and has attempted to help the Middle Monkey with his. (Unfortunately, The Middle Monkey seems to take after me, and when faced with a big ol’ mess just gets overwhelmed and doesn’t know what to do). I have been dealing with the yard and the loads and loads of laundry.
That leaves The Girl Child. My lovely, adorable Final Monkey. The Girl Child seems to have contracted some sort of illness. Oh, it’s not contagious and it is not life threatening. She seems to have caught some sort of Cleaning Bug. I have no idea where she caught it. It certainly doesn’t seem to be going around. The other three of us in the house appear to be immune. But this little 8-and-a-half-year-old dynamo has not just been picking things up – she has been CLEANING. Like getting out the cleaning products, mopping the floors, loading and unloading the dishwasher cleaning. The child even CLEANED AND ORGANIZED THE INSIDE OF THE REFRIGERATOR!!!!
Who is this child? She kinda looks like my daughter – but surely something has happened to my little girl. She must be terribly sick or something.
Oh, wait. Now she is asking me how to run the washing machine. She. Wants. To. Learn. How. To. Do. Laundry.
Oh. My. God.
If this child has been bitten by some sort of Cleaning Bug, I can only hope there isn’t an antidote.
I could get used to this…