For most folks, cleaning is a chore but no big deal. For me it's a deal all right; a Big F'n Deal. I clean only under duress and usually at the last possible minute. There generally has to be a reason -- I rarely do it just because it needs to be done. It's just the way I am, and pretty much always have been. Needless to say I have a high tolerance for clutter; at least my own.
Today we're cleaning up because we're going out tonight* and I've got a new babysitter coming over for Young Son. Yeah, I'm a pig, but I've had enough training to know that you ought not to inflict that on people you would like to come back.
This brings to mind an event many, many years ago, when Lovely Daughter was about the age Young Son is now. I had decided it was Cleaning Day.
Mom: OK, up and at 'em. We're going to clean up today.
LD, looking up from the TV: Why? Who's coming over?
Out of the mouths of smart-ass babes, eh? As they say, 'it takes one to make one'. I sat down next to her and explained in all seriousness that normal people clean regularly; the way I keep house is not recommended. I figured she was going to eventually learn that I am a slob anyway, so why not hear if from me? Might just save her a few bucks in therapy. Which, since she just turned 25, should be rollin' around any time now....
* We're going to see Tony Bourdain! Whoo-hoo! I'll be in my bunk...