Ready for boarding

I always knew that cleaning (excluding vacuuming) isn't really my thing. Not that I wouldn't like to do it, but I just don't have the talent for it. The past few days have been proof of that. I decided to clean the house before leaving to Maryland and it took me days.

Seriously, how can cleaning the freezer, fridge, kitchen, bathroom, all rooms and floors, take that long? I guess practise makes perfect also here, but what is the benefit of it? Makes me wonder, what's in it for me? I'm happy I finished, but was I really unhappy before I started?

I support the sharing principle in a relationship: one partner does a few things and the the other the rest. It seems I have to re-think the share a bit and hone my 'skills'. But luckily I have a trump card in my sleeve: the cat toilet!

Nothing is more powerful than the cat toilet, from my point of view. It's the best argument I have when avoiding some task I don't like to do (like cleaning). My wife had to clean the cat toilet perhaps 5-8 times during 7 years and it was - apparently - a kind of torture. The smell is beyond imagination if the cat 'forgot' to cover up. I got used to this or shall I say I resigned to my fate.

Anyway, the cat toilet is my trump card. Not surprisingly, I have a weak point myself, ironing. The iron and me just won't ever be best friends. For some reason it is yet a housework activity, but that's just coincidence...