I have a confession: I am not very domestic. I do not take glee and delight in freshly laundered linens. I do not dance a jig at the shininess of a newly swept floor. I clean because I don’t have a strong desire to live in filth and vermin. You know those people that clean to relieve stress or because it makes them feel better?? Um, I’m not that chick. If I’m that stressed, I’d rather drink a martini or take a nap.
That being said, as single person, your clutter is just that…your clutter. If there were a few dishes in the sink over night, I didn’t sweat it. They got washed the next day. I could kick off my heels at the door and leave them. If I left a pair of pants on the arm of the couch, I’d grab them on the way up to bed. You are tolerant of your OWN clutter.
When you start living with someone, there is not just your clutter; there is his clutter as well. His junk and my junk combined, makes for anxiety for me. Not only are my personal quirks being laid bare, so are my hygiene habits. I don’t run the vacuum cleaner every single day. Will he judge me? (Fortunately, I have a fiancé who isn’t that pressed about housework and keeps his areas clean.)
As a general rule, although many women are in the workforce now, a lot of the domestic responsibilities still fall on the woman of the house. My mom worked and still cleaned house. My dad (who is equally as skilled in the domestic arts as my mom), mostly handled the outside chores. I feel guilty. I have a 2 bedroom, 2.5 bath, 1500 sq ft townhouse and feel like that it should be cleaner than it is. I don’t have kids so I should be able to clean my own house, right?
But, truthfully..I’d rather be doing something else..or nothing at all..than spending all Saturday morning (like I did as a kid) cleaning house.
Am I wrong for wanting to outsource the cleaning of my townhouse??