I hate it, but I love it. I love the clean, fresh feeling of a room that is thoroughly scrubbed and polished. I hate using the time better spent outdoors, though.
I don't know why we feel compelled to clean when the spring peepers get started. Maybe it's the fact that things will soon get hectic, and we want to get ahead on the major cleaning. Maybe it's a reflection of the freshening of the outdoors. Or maybe it's the lovely spring sunshine, cheerily shining on all that dust and grunge that we somehow overlook during the dark winter months.
I'm taking it one room at a time, with a lot of help from Little Sis. The living room is almost done. I still need to clean off my desk, but with a pile of dishes to be done before I can go to bed, I think the desk will wait a bit.
I've heard people say, "Oh, I don't do spring cleaning. My house is always clean, every day." Wow, I don't know whether to envy those people or chase them with a chainsaw.
This weekend, we have plans (dare I say it) to work on the greenhouse. We picked up the rest of our supplies today, and will hopefully, weather permitting (pleasepleasepleaseplease), have it finished up by the end of the weekend.
I'm excited about it! I have a TON of plants in my newly cleaned living room, so there'll be some extra cleaning once they are moved outside. I will miss the smell of warm earth and green plants, though. Big Sis said the other day, "It smells like dirt in here."
"I know," I replied, "isn't it wonderful??!!"