If you've ever been to my house and actually inspected it, you would know I'm not the cleanest or most organized person. I'm a surface cleaner, things look nice enough, my house generally does not smell funky, and we have (as of yet) never gotten some weird sickness from my house, but there's lots of little jobs that could be done to make it cleaner. So while I enjoy a clean house as much as the next person, I don't enjoy the process of it, and for this I blame my parents. Any of you that have ever been to my parents house may say "but their house is clean! Patti is a super cleaner, she's good at doing all the little jobs, why do you blame them?" Well, it took some thinking and connecting but I finally found a way, cause it can't be my own fault!
When I was a kid I witnessed my parents reading...a lot. Especially my dad, he read and read and read. He still does. When he was reading you could go up and talk to him for about 10 minutes before he'd realize it. Anyway, they passed their love of reading onto me, whether they meant to or not. Therefore, reading filled up a lot of my spare time, making it virtually impossible for me to be bored. Well, what's that got to do with cleaning? Hang on.
Of course before I figured all that out, I would occasionally get bored. And when I would I'd go to my mom and tell her I was bored. Big mistake. Most of the time she'd respond with, "Well, you could clean the bathroom" or "the kitchen floor needs to be mopped" or "you can go pull the weeds in the front". Suddenly I was no longer bored! She trained me to never get bored (or at least to never tell her I was bored). Thus, unintentionally I'm sure, she trained me that cleaning is only what bored people do. And for that I say, (insert sarcasm here) "thanks a lot" .
And what do I do instead of cleaning out of boredom? I read. And for that I sincerely say
"thanks a lot!"