Last week I started my spring cleaning. I realize it's not spring, but I'm a little behind on my housework. I figure this is 'Spring Housecleaning 2004'. I could continue to put it off until sarcastic little comments began to emerge in my spouse's conversation, but I decided to beat him to it. I started last week while he was out of town.
The dogs, with the exception of Tsar, find this activity fascinating. They follow me from room to room, poking their noses into whatever I am carrying and like to offer their help at times.
Morgan likes to help with windows. After spending way too much time and effort scraping dog spit off the windows and rubbing them till they're spotless, I see Morgan following behind me licking the clean windows. Thanks, Morgan.
All the dogs enjoy watching me lie down on my stomach to reach under the bed and retrieve the toys they've lost under there. As each ball or bone comes out, they act like it's a party, being reunited with their old favorite toy they thought was lost forever.
When I've had enough doggy assistance for a while, I plug in the vacuum cleaner. Samba and Morgan don't mind it and hang around with me, but the others all find hiding places.
I'm trying to do a complete cleanup this time, moving sofas and cleaning dressers and closets. I want the results to last as long as possible.
I know I've mentioned in the past how I hate housework, but I really do hate housework. It's boring and it doesn't last. As soon as I'm finished, possibly even before I'm finished, it all needs to be done again.
One of the saddest parts is when Rob gets home, he won't mention what I've done, but he's sure to point out something I've missed.
There are much nicer ways to spend time, such as blogging or reading or knitting.
Certainly sharing a pot of tea with a friend would be nicer.