I have mentioned several times before that I have not done housework in, oh, seven years. I've had mixed experiences with housekeepers - the one who hid the items she broke, or the one who didn't speak French, or the one who left dirty diapers in the loo. But overall I loved coming home to a clean house. I knew it would be a big adjustment to start doing it all by myself.
It was with some trepidation that I've been looking at and eventually purchasing the myriad of cleaning products and equipment available. Environmentally friendly? Organic? Scented? Non-scented? Anti-bacterial? I'd spend at least 20 minutes just examining the items in the cleaning aisle. Maybe that's why all the greeters at Wal-Mart know me. I think I'll buy a Swiffer Sweep + Vac or a carpet sweeper as an intermediary measure. Why does a purchasing a vacuum cleaner feel like a bigger indicator of adulthood than marriage?
Last night after a friend and I picked up our veggie basket of organic locally produced foods we traipsed over to Target to buy even more cleaning stuff, namely from the Real Simple line of products. I happen to like the Target design aesthetic better, and the RS items look sleek and useful. I bought the upright dustpan and broom with which I happily swept away the remains of six weeks' worth of ramen dinners. I find that cleaning is like riding a bike or roller-skating: you may be a little rusty at first, but then everything kicks in.
On October 31st, 2006 01:28 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented:
I love Mrs. Meyer's Clean Day cleaning products. They smell so nice and aren't filled with dangerous, toxic junk. But I've been getting into the Method and like that as well.
You need something on a stick to clean your bathtub. It's just easier. I bought this product that comes with disposable cleaning pads you attach to the end. Only that brand's cleaning brands will fit on it -- but I've cheated. I safety pin a thick dish cloth (environmentally-friendly alternative) on and use my Mrs. Meyers instead. Convenience and aesthetics, yes!
Maybe I think about this stuff a little too much.