Ah. What a contraversial subject. I hate house cleaning. Dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the batheroom, making my bed. I’m not a cleaner.
But then, afterwards, everything’s so nice. Neat. Clean.
I can never understand the people who say, “I love house cleaning”, but the, I can’t understand how other people can live in absolute pigsties. (Not that I can think of anyone I know who does.)
I don’t like things squeaky clean. And I don’t like things slimy dirty. So when I grow up, I think my house will be a happy medium. Or, at least, I hope it would.
Though, frankly, the thought of having my own house makes me terrified. Me? Responsible for something? Scary thought. I think it’s a good thing I’m only 13 and have a long way to go before i’m an adult.
And it all gets back to cleaning and the fact I’m probably going to have to vaccuum my bedroom very soon. Sigh. And put fresh sheets on my bed. Double sigh.
But it will be nice when it’s clean…