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when did i turn into my mother?
When I was a kid, my mother went through a phase where we -- the whole family -- had to clean the house every week. Whether it needed it or not, is how we thought of it at the time. Tidying, scrubbing, vacuuming. Waxing the wood floors, I shit you not. It didn't last long, because even she couldn't sustain it, but there it was.
And yet here's me, doing laundry before I'm out of socks, because it's the weekend. Swept (but didn't mop), scrubbed, dusted (dusted!), vacuumed. I love having vacuumed; I love how it fluffs up the carpet and, of course, makes the loose hairs go away. (My hair is down to my waistband, okay, so it falls out all the time and clumps all together and makes tumbleweeds if it goes too long. I do not allow it to go quite this long.) I feel like I would love to get a better vacuum, because sooner or later the bag on my vacuum is going to fill up, and changing it is a massive pain in the ass, so having a bagless would be better -- but the vacuum I have works fine and I'm not trying to spend hundreds of dollars on a new one. But still.
Anyway. Going to make the bed, and then shower, and dress, and fetch the laundry. It feels good, but at the same time very weird, to be this level of domestic.
And yet here's me, doing laundry before I'm out of socks, because it's the weekend. Swept (but didn't mop), scrubbed, dusted (dusted!), vacuumed. I love having vacuumed; I love how it fluffs up the carpet and, of course, makes the loose hairs go away. (My hair is down to my waistband, okay, so it falls out all the time and clumps all together and makes tumbleweeds if it goes too long. I do not allow it to go quite this long.) I feel like I would love to get a better vacuum, because sooner or later the bag on my vacuum is going to fill up, and changing it is a massive pain in the ass, so having a bagless would be better -- but the vacuum I have works fine and I'm not trying to spend hundreds of dollars on a new one. But still.
Anyway. Going to make the bed, and then shower, and dress, and fetch the laundry. It feels good, but at the same time very weird, to be this level of domestic.