Cinderella, Cinderella

Today, it's time to clean up. My room is becoming a disaster, the carpet is collecting debris from outside, the oven has food stuck on it, and the porcelain in the bathroom no longer sparkles.

To most cleaning the house is a chore and a burden. Not that I'm much different than most, but for some reason, I really enjoy cleaning my house! The only exception to this is my room. I hate putting away clean laundry. It's one of those vicious circles: you take clothes out of your closet, you wear them, you toss them in your hamper, you wash them, you hang them back in your closet, just to take them right back off the hanger. It's annoying! Despite that one little chore, I do enjoy cleaning.

I especially love cleaning the kitchen. I'm not sure why, but doing the dishes and scrubbing the tile is relaxing to me. I'm like that stereotypical housewife who starts cleaning like a madwoman when I'm angry or upset. If my boyfriend says something to piss me off, I love him again after I clean the dishes and scrub the stove. If I had a bad day at school, I'll vacuum the carpet and feel refreshed. Somehow, cleaning a space of your house cleans the space in your mind as well.

Today I'm in a perfectly fine mood. I woke up feeling a little sick, but nothing disabling. Yes, the housework desperately needs to be done. But I don't mind doing it (except the clean clothes in the closet part). By the time I head to work tonight, I'll have accomplished quite a bit around the house. Not only will I have a tidy house, but a refreshed spirit as well.