Spring Cleaning BS

Last updated on April 9, 2018

Right about now, when the sun shines a little bit brighter, that’s when I start to see dirt everywhere. I have the spring cleaning disease! Apparently, it runs in our family, my Grandmother gave it to me.

By the end of March, the beginning of April you could see her cleaning our farmhouse top to bottom. Nobody was spared -not even the old farm dog.

Carpets and rugs were dragged outside, and our featherbeds could be seen hanging over the window seal. Everything needed to be AIRED OUT after the long winter months, and I think that included me, because she kept me busy running back and forth at lightning speed.

I had a long list of chores that seemed to be such a waste of time, but I didn’t dare to open my mouth. Depending on the weather, the first tourists and hikers would come by soon and rent a bedroom or two -by then the house needed to be spotless.

I tried running away, tried to hide at a neighbor farm, but there was no escape. It was the same everywhere. Everybody was busy like a bee, and the little ones had lists with chores longer than their arm there too, so I went back home.

I almost felt relieved when I was back in boarding school, but there was no way out -the nuns had been infected too.

Everywhere you look people get busy in springtime and I am no exception.

I am merciless decluttering our cabinets and shelves. If something is not seasonal, it goes into a donation bag, if we haven’t used in two years. My husband, who would be a hoarder-in-the-making, hates this time of the year. He is often on a rescue mission and can be seen snooping through bags with old clothes. He hangs onto things, even though they don’t fit anymore.

Bags and boxes are sitting in my workroom and are guarded by the dogs. Let’s hope the donation truck comes before my husband finds a way to go through everything.