Does It Ever Really Pay to Clean House?

You know, I've spent more time in the last weeks picking up, dusting, and organizing than I spent in the 6 months before that. Mainly because there were too many people underfoot before, but also because I was simply overwhelmed by the clutter. Now that I managed to shovel out a load or two of crud, I kind of like the clean look. Unfortunately.

I'd like to say that this comes as a huge surprise, but it doesn't. After a very short time living with Mark, I became painfully aware that the man is a human tornado. He doesn't mean to, but all he has to do is walk through a room and chaos follows. (It's genetic, too. Both boys have inherited the leave-a-disaster-in-your-wake gene.)

The clean desktop? Gone! The uncluttered bathroom countertop? Nothing but a memory! And, trust me, I'm not imagining it. A few years ago, "Chaosman" hit at his mother's house. Mom and I had been doing laundry, drinking coffee, and playing cards. Everything was neat and tidy. Then, Mark came home from work.

I honestly don't know how he did it - but suddenly there was 'stuff' everywhere, including black fingerprints on the refrigerator door. Mom looked at me and I looked at her. She shook her head and told me that he'd always done that. Sadly, she didn't know how he managed it anymore than I did.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not exactly Nancy Neat. But I have to actually try to wipe out a room that completely. In self-defense, I'm giving serious thought to moving somewhere that I can just hose down every few days. Anybody got a better idea?

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Jules