I have love-hate relationship with cleaning. Both S and I are procrastinators when it comes to cleaning, with me a little better than him. There have been times in the past when I have completely ignored the mess around me. Mounds of washed clothes would be lying on the bed in the guestroom. I would not have the slightest inclination to fold them or to sort them. And then there are days I am on cleaning spree, making sure everything around me in dust free. No dirty clothes in the laundry hamper or washed clothes lying around on any bed. A few minutes of sitting under the fan after all the cleaning gives such a high, I must agree. Immediately I resolve myself to include just 15mins of my time every day to cleaning – not the regular stuff but making sure the house is sparkling clean. But then Monday happens and all my energy goes out of the open window. That is why every Sunday at our house is allocated for cleaning, where S and I share the tasks. Trust me, having a tall husband has its own advantages while cleaning 😀
These days though, with parents staying with me – I have very little to do around the house. Amma has already taken over the kitchen and mostly dusts the house every day. Dad takes care of any out-of-house tasks when S is not around. Together, they both sort out anything that is out of place around the house.
But then last weekend, I don’t know what came over me – I wanted to clean behind the sofa chairs, tv stand, table etc. With broom in one hand and a rag cloth in another, I tried to move out the sofa chairs. In the process, smashed my little toe very badly. Soon blood started oozing out and the cotton I tried to wrap around was soaked in blood too. Still resolved to complete the cleaning, I hopped on one leg – cleared all the dust, mopped and fixed everything back to the original position.
Of all the days, I decide to clean – I had to hurt my toe. Dad has been making fun of this irony with every chance he gets.
In the moment of pain, I was not sure where to put the broom in my hand and called out the same to amma. Now she thinks her daughter doesn’t know the place of the broom in her own house. Err…
S who was oblivious to all this drama happening in the other room gave me an earful when he saw how badly I had hurt my toe.
I had to literally hop on my left leg the entire of Sunday with terrible pain in my right leg. Neither was I able to hang down my leg nor put it straight nor stand nor walk nor sleep. It had to be cold on Sunday night of all nights, but then the weight of the comforter was hurting my foot which meant I woke up with every movement I made.
S accidentally stepped on my hurt foot while I was trying to make some dinner, which made me jump out in pain. I had to hear an earful from both Amma and Nanna on how I should have been careful in the first place while cleaning and how I cannot blame S as he did it accidentally and how I am not supposed to give him deathly stares.
I had to skip exercising for two full days, thanks to my enthu to clean.
I had to be in office no matter what and had to limp all the way. I don’t even want to talk about crossing the road where within 2.456 secs, 20-30 vehicles zoom past.
All this ‘cos of that small urge to clean! Sigh.
By the way, S has accepted to all the cleaning given I bake him a cake everytime he cleans. Seems like a sweet deal no? May be I should accept it 🙂