Maybe we should call it Big Clean Week because one day clearly wasn't enough time to check everything off my list -- that is if I had a list.
After my 7-year-old, Jesse, went off to school yesterday, I blasted some classic Elton John and my 4-year-old, Ruby, and I boogied as we dusted.
Tight on time, I admit I cheated and used those environmentally-unfriendly sanitized cleaning wipes to clean the bathroom sink rather than relying on old fashioned elbow grease.
Halfway through "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road," I had an epiphany. I realized that when it comes to housework, I've got Attention Deficit Disorder. I can't seem to focus on one task before jumping on to the next one.
I'm generally a pretty organized person who relies on lists and post-its in every area of my life. But for some reason, I'm a haphazard cleaner. Dust a bit here, wipe down a counter there, but nothing ever gets completely clean.
In fact, I often forgo basic household tasks like mopping in favor of cleaning under the couch or behind the book shelf. It usually provides a much bigger payoff since I never know what I'll find under there.
In “The Joy of House Keeping,” (1977) Ella May Miller turned to Jesus to inspire women to embrace the job of housekeeper, urging women to “accept that role as a part of the Lord’s work.”
As a liberal New York Jew, I don’t plan to turn to Jesus anytime soon, but I do think it's worth looking to Miller and other experts for some domestic guidance.
“Keeping house isn’t easy. It’s difficult and very often complicated. It contains many facets, requires greater expertise than any other career. Homemaking is a profession. It takes skill. Know-how. The ability to organize. A desire to want to achieve,” writes Miller.
She advises women to “approach running a house in the same way as a job. You must be serious about your work – and have proper training, or experience.”
Makes sense to me. Starting tomorrow, I will get serious about this new "job" and seek some proper training -- from the experts, from my friends, and last but not least, from my mom.
I hereby declare June Big Clean Month.