If you’re one of the unfortunate people who can’t afford a maid, cleaning is something you HAVE to do. It’s true that more men pitch in with this task nowadays, but some women are still left with most of this burden. In my household, I am primarily in charge of cleaning and I admit that if I was graded on my skills as a cleaning woman, I would not have graduated cleaning school. I hate cleaning and it’s probably the thing I procrastinate on more than anything else. Which is probably also the reason I always have decided to work on my procrastination in other areas first, such as in writing or blogging.

I find myself dreaming of a cleaning fairy or a maid that will work for peanuts….literally. I know I’m not alone in this, either. Many of my married friends, especially the ones with kids, are forever wishing for a maid to wash their clothes, dishes, floors,etc. I would like a do it all maid…..

It’s not that it’s as difficult as I make it, either. If I would simply just do a room a day or a little a day, it would be manageable. With my magnificent procrastinating skills, I always find other things to work on first and then the task becomes overwhelming and scary….especially when you have the piles of clothes in the corner that you just KNOW are harboring a snake. How the snake actually could have got in my house is irrelevant….it’s just the fact that the pile represents this feeling of mystery and fear. Eventually, it gets too much to bear and I have to start cleaning away at the mess and then of course, I end up physically exhausted. Why do I do this to myself?

I know what you’re probably thinking, especially those of you who are reading and have the same problem as me. Why would you ever out yourself for procrastinating on cleaning? Well…because I’m honest, maybe TOO honest, but hey, that’s me!

For now, I have found myself in need of doing laundry and other tasks around the house before I leave for a weekend of me and my mom visiting family in Austin. I’m leaving the husband behind at the house, which is just the 3rd time I have done so since we have been married. I know I’m going to miss him but even more so, I am worried about what the house will look like when I return. Leaving a 28 year old man home alone over the weekend can be a scary thought, believe me. I may return to an even bigger mess to clean up next week!