I’ve been trying to be a little more helpful around the house lately. But I have this problem: once I get started cleaning, I have a hard time stopping. Doesn’t sound like a problem, does it? Here’s the rub: the more I clean, the more aggravated I get. Let me explain by example.
Today avivahg asked me to clean the kitchen while she was at work. I wound up cleaning the hall closet as well. Amongst the rampant jumbled clutter and multiplying dustbunnies, I found such gems as:
- a set of chess men, given to me by my in-laws, spilled on the floor, at least one broken. No one had bothered to clean them up.
- A gift bag, containing some Passover supplies, two unopened tapir candles in a paper towel tube, some arts&craft supplies, and some unopened mail.
- A magazine and an envelope of photos in amongst the gloves and scarves.
- A large plastic bag containing nothing but a pair of small plastic clothes-hangers.
This happens whenever I clean. I find completely random items everywhere. Frequently I’m at a loss as to where to put them, setting me off on little tangential side-quests which in turn lead to new discoveries. I guess I’m anal, but this drives me straight up the pole. Why couldn’t these things have been put away in sensibe places in the first place?
The net result is, by the time I’m done cleaning I’m usually in a foul mood. This never used to happen when I cleaned my own place. Then I’d end up tired but happy. These days cleaning just makes me angry. Today when she got home I proudly showed
This needs to stop, but I don’t know how to not be annoyed by this stuff. It makes me feel like no one in this house gives a shit about organization or taking care of other people’s things, or about how much harder it makes my job.