cleaning up the house

i hate cleaning. it's always a last resort-- when all my usual 'ignore it and it will go away' logic fails me for the last time. regretably, i've had dishes pile up all over. i've thrown out pans that were weeks old solely because i wouldn't clean them. i've bought new dishes rather than wash them. i know, i know.

which is all rather ironic because when i was a kid i made my mother and grandmother proud by always being so neat and clean and desiring to take that old duster and a lysol bottle and cleaning their houses all the time.

so, the kitchen floor was getting really disgusting. it was definitely way past time. and believe me, i ignored it as long as humanly possible. ugh.

so i spent yesterday cleaning the kitchen. i got in the mood which means i went hogwild. i even turned the refrigerator off and opened it up, let the ice melt, drained all the excess water, and aired it out over night. today i cleaned the whole inside.

see, there's the problem. once i start cleaning i have to do everything and it never stops. so it becomes a big huge ordeal. and usually i'd just prefer to ignore the problems.

so, on a similarly strange note, i have this old church melody i sing when i clean the cat's litterbox. i don't mean it to be blasphemous, it's just a tune. and i hum and sing to random tunes all the time. so to the tune of 'bringing in the sheaves' (which my mother and chris jubilee will undoubtedly appreciate or consider blasphemous) i sing:

cleaning up the poop
cleaning up the poop
we shall come rejoicing
cleaning up the poop

anyhow, this weekend i was singing a similarly phrased, less blasphemous, version while cleaning the kitchen:

cleaning up the house
cleaning up the house
we shall come rejoicing
cleaning up the house

either way, my cat hid away all weekend and hated me for moving things and cleaning and making noise. and i kept saying to amaya, i hate this too....