I did and I feel great!
Absolutely fantastic actually.
Lost a stone? Gave up the Bud? Walked the Camino? Nah…none of these.
I completed an hour’s housework without getting distracted!
I’m not sure I’ve EVER managed this before.
It all started having coffee with my friend Bernadette this morning.
Yeah I know…a treat in advance of the new me.
I said to Bernadette that I wished I could work in my own home like a professional cleaner would…whizzing around for close to three hours creating a lovely clean house with an unmistakable fresh smell in the air.
Bernadette set me a challenge.
‘Pretend you’re a cleaner coming in to your house once a week and work for three hours uninterrupted. Hoover and wash the floors, clean the bathrooms and do some dusting (dusting!) or wipe a few windows…but this is a bonus… you stop after three hours and you don’t do it again for a week.’
STOP after three hours and don’t do it again for a week… sounded brilliant!
I decided that today I’d start with one hour. Now this wasn’t actually cheating. I had pottered and faffed around for lots of hours yesterday and even did an hour’s pottering and faffing this morning before Bernadette called at ten…so one hour today would be a good start.
I closed my lap top.
I put my phone on silent and as I noticed two missed ‘events’ I avoided the temptation to phone Pauline and text Jean... this could be my treat after my hour’s housework.
Of course I wanted to check Facebook and Twitter.…but I didn’t succumb…not even a sneaky glance.
Firstly I had to ignore the clean wet clothes in the machine. I love hanging washing on the line so this would have been cheating. Even on a gorgeous sunny day with ‘lots of drying out’ I had to resist.
I also had to resist folding and sorting the two baskets of dry clothes sitting on the kitchen floor. You see I love doing this job too. I find it therapeutic and inevitably slip into a daydream thinking that maybe Barbara Scully or Eithne Reynolds have written a new blog that I must read...urgently. I’m also quite likely to be distracted by The Sunday Business Post folded on the couch beside me as I spot another article I missed the previous week.
So temptation avoided, I got to work.
The bathrooms were scrubbed.
The kitchen floor was mopped and as for the hall…well this had been driving me mad since my son’s 18th birthday party…ahem on 31st May…but now it looks great and even smells of pine!
Halfway through my daughter asked me for a lift to her friend’s house. Normally I wouldn’t hesitate…conversations with teenagers happen in cars…but this time I told her she’d have to wait half an hour.
No problem there…she was amused and delighted by my new found domesticity.
As 55 minutes approached I quickly changed my duvet cover.
Usually I end up groaning in horror as I’m about to go to bed at midnight and realize I’ve either forgotten (or avoided) the fact that I stripped the bed that morning.
Now the laptop is open…and I feel great.
In a few minutes I’ll phone Pauline and text Jean.
Then I’ll hang the clothes on the line.
Then I can fold the other ones.
And maybe then I can read for a little while.
I think I’m actually looking forward to my three hours cleaning next week.