The other day my friend had a sad opportunity to go and clean out a woman's home. The woman and her child had died an untimely death at a young age, and had left behind a grieving husband, who had no idea how to go on with his life. The idea was that several women from church would go over and box up her things and put them away. Then when he was ready he could go through them and make those decisions that no one really ever wants to have to make.
My friend is an extremely kind, giving, gracious person, who would never even think of judging that situation. But she DID come home and immediately start cleaning her house. And I totally get that. Kinda puts a new light on things, doesn’t it?
Now, I wouldn’t call my house dirty, per se. It's not like I could feed a family of four from the stuff you'd find in the couch or anything. I would say that clutter occasionally gets away from me. And I don’t want to talk about the last time I cleaned out my freezer. Let's just say that there could be ice from the actual ice age in there.
My WIGTI (When I Get To It) cleaning system apparently isn't working.
So I'm going back to the only cleaning system I've ever had where my house really got clean and stayed there. FlyLady. She's a little on the sappy side, but she definitely knows her cleaning. And she knows her procrastinators. And she knows how to work the system.
Then the only thing I'll have to worry about is finding a harp teacher.