A Confession

I have a confession to make.

I actually enjoy vacuuming.



Yes, yes, I know it's a horrific thing to say. Maybe it's because my little Dyson makes it so much easier to do, or perhaps it's because I'm rapidly turning into my mother. Probably a combination of both.

Lately, I've found that I get annoyed at uncleanliness. Little flecks of dirt or dust here and there, that I thought my mother was only imagining when I was a child, are now visible to me. Oh golly, they are SO visible. And it irks me to no end! The only remedy to the irritation is to clean.

And once that dust or dirt is totally gone, the room finally looks beautiful to me once again.

I used to think my mother was mad; that the dust she saw wasn't really there. Now I understand the practicality of cleaning small messes and little layers of dust before they amass into greater messes and thick layers of dust. Little by little, I've started to act more on those urges to clean, and it feels like I am turning into my mother.

Frankly, that's alright with me...

... at least the house is clean!

Sometime this week, I'm totally going to clean all the baseboards...