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When Chores Are Therapeutic

I have to admit to being a little spoiled when it comes to house-cleaning. I’ll keep up with day-to-day straightening up, dusting, vacuuming, laundry… When it comes to deep clear-the-room-and-wash-everything cleaning, I hire every few weeks.

Today I woke up with the plan to go hiking in the rain but something about the coziness of a rainy day, making breakfast, and the quiet snores of my kitties prompted me to stay at home and fill the place with candlelight and sparkle.

Loving your clean house is one thing, but lovingly cleaning it is something else.

Getting my hands on my stuff, listening to the stories of the chipped knick-knacks that once decorated my grandparents house, lingering over the photos that are important enough to frame, remembering why I live with all the things I live with makes the task of undoing, polishing, and putting rooms back together so much more than just a chore.

When I sit down in a couple of hours I’ll have rekindled the joy I have in this space. How do you make sure your home always bring you joy?
  • Kim

    July 31, 2018at3:42 pm

    I get into a panic when I start to clean. I have the greatest intentions to clean just a small space at a time because it’s overwhelming otherwise. But then I end up anthropomorphizing stupid things and my room/area/house is a bigger mess than already is. I can’t, in good conscience, hire anyone to help me because they don’t clean clutter. Why hire when there’s still clutter? It’s a vicious cycle that ADHD doesn’t help with. One little thing leads to another little thing and then your heart is racing thinking you’re doing really well, but then, in the end, you look at the mess and just about cry because you can’t even clean your bathroom sink properly. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

    • Carina

      August 2, 2018at9:05 am

      “I end up anthropomorphizing stupid things” <- OMG I do this too! I totally understand the challenge of overwhelm, the proverbial snowball effect. What if you confront it as more of a game? Assign everyone their own small space, then challenge everyone to get their assigned space the cleanest! The winner gets to choose dinner or that night's movie... or get new hockey gear. 😉