A Saturday Well Spent?

On Saturday I got this urge to clean. I cleaned the front room and the family room as I always do and then moved on to the downstairs bathroom. A room that doesn't get a thorough cleaning often enough. I put on the rubber gloves and dove in. Scott took the kids upstairs and kept them out of my hair while I scrubbed that bathroom top to bottom until it shined! Scott even commented later on how "white" it looked. I felt so satisfied with the beautifully cleaned bathroom that I moved on to the kitchen. This is a room that gets cleaned everyday, but not scrubbed. So I got to work. I did all the regular stuff (dishes, countertops etc.) and then moved on to the not so regular stuff. I cleaned out the fridge, making sure to polish each shelf. I cleaned out the pantry, throwing out some expired stuff and getting rid of clutter. I polished all the cabinets, and de-cluttered drawers. All in all, I spent several hours making our house look beautifully clean.

Afterward I sat on the couch put my feet up and cuddled up with my sudoku. I felt exhausted, and my back and feet were killing me, but I also felt great. What a satisfying feeling to look around and see nothing but clean. I didn't mind that I just used up the majority my Saturday to do it. I drank it in.

Then Sunday night came around, and as we walked the kids up to bed I looked at my recently scrubbed house and realized something. It wasn't clean anymore. In a matter of twenty-four hours my family had managed to make it almost as messy as it was before. Suddenly I didn't feel so good about wasting my Saturday cleaning. I should have taken a nap!