I stopped by Natalie's mommyofamonster blog yesterday and although she wasn't having the best of days, she really inspired me and reminded me that I had some cleaning to do.
You see, I have somewhat of a problem when it comes to cleaning. I really hate to do it, but I hate having a messy house even more. Therefore, if I get an impulse that something needs to be cleaned (my pantry), I can't put it out of my head until it's cleaned and organized.
My Saturday began bright and early as always. By 8:00 a.m., I had already run 12 miles. (I'm not crazy, it's just what I do). I wanted a nap, but my pantry NEEDED to be bathed and I couldn't escape its silent calling. With a little post-run energy, I decided to go at it, 100 percent.
Without getting into any disgusting details, let's just say it should probably be cleaned more often other than the once a year rearranging it gets when my parents are visiting.
Once I started and managed to create even a bigger mess, the fatigue of today's run started to get to me. But I committed to it and I had no choice other than to finish.
The more I tossed out and cleaned up, I started to realize how GROSS things get if you don't take the time to really clean them every so often. The more you wait, the more disgusting it gets. Therefore, it gets harder and harder to clean up the collective dirt, over-looked spills, and food that expired prior to 2008.
I collected TWO FULL BAGS of dust, grime, stale food and yes...bugs. (insert shameful face here)