Cleanin' up and I'm gettin' down

[purplerabbits]

Well I didn't do much housework yesterday, 'cos Jon came round and we watched a couple of episodes of Nightingales, which was very pleasant, I am going to keep listing what I've done, though, cos it seems to motivating me, so I will put it away under a tidy lj-cut

So yesterday I did most of the stuff on my list except put the tent away, which is annoying cos it has to go High Up. I took a wee bag to the charity shop which has been sitting in the hall since forever, bought bin bags, put the Tesco shopping away when it arrived, gave the carrier bags to the Tesco guy for recycling and incidently sorted out the little wheely trolley that the bags were on, cleaned the grill pan (ew), and put the dry clothes away after Jon had gone even though I didn't want to cos it was on my list. I also managed to clean all the surfaces in the kitchen, including emptying the toaster and hoovering up a lot of crumbs.

Stuff that still needs doing
put tent away (really)
clean cooker (I sort of hoovered it last night and it really sticks out in my clean kitchen now so I might get to it tonight)
clean sink and bath
clean loo
mop bathroom floor
tidy my room and then hoover it (I've been doing a bit of picking up as I go along so this no longer merits an exclamation mark)
tidy the living room!

Take the stuff that belongs to Beltane to the store-room on Saturday

Comments

[purplerabbits.livejournal.com]

That sounds right. One reason I found it hard to do anything before is that I am living effectively alone and there's no-one to give me praise or notice how messy the place is except me. Jon comes round at weekends but his housework standards are considerably lower than mine, which is one major reason we live apart.

[barakta]

I can totally understand that about not having someone else to motivate you. I think one of the things my partner k and I manage reasonably well is the acknowledgement of effort when one of us has done house work of any kind.

Another motivator was my physiotherapists horror in 2003 when she found out what kind of cleaning I attempted on a regular basis in the various student shitholes that I lived in. I was pretty much banned from heavy cleaning for life if I wanted to avoid major surgery sooner rather than later. The only affordable way not to have evil levels of mess (made by selfish housemates) was for k and I to have our own place so that the mess was ours alone and housework didn't build up to silly levels.

When we moved back to Sheffield for me to finish my degree we found the 2up-2down place that we're in now which luckily costs about the average-rent in Sheffield each per week. I was amazed at how much less stressed I became after 2003 when I wasn't having to deal with disgusting and lazy housemates. I eat better, sleep better and when I want to hide I can go and read in the bath which isn't minging!