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Show f 7 ' " Let's put Spring Cleaning off until Fall by Mary Gae Evans I'm so glad it's not spring yet, because if it was, I would be reminded of. the dreaded annual and highly traditional "Spring Cleaning". You want to know what I hate most about housework, it's the work part. Grubby little details like scraping the grandkids gum off the floor. The eggs off the breakfast plates and the green mold out of the Tupperware in the refrigerator. We can send a man to the moon but no one has figured out a way to clean out the corners without getting on hands and knees or a way to clean ceilings without risking life and limb on a wobbly stool. Meat loaf pans still take 20 minutes of hard labor and grumbling to clean, and self-cleaning ovens still mean you clean them yourself. What I'd really like is a maid who adores cleaning, cooks gourmet diet dishes, is a little on the ugly side, and would work for bottle caps. Then the real me could emerge. Freed from the drudgery of housework I could take long walks in the woods, writing meaningful poetry about babbling brooks and shady nooks, and I would enjoy being taken away with long calgon baths. But alas, no maid would ever put up with kids that change their socks and shirts three times a day and toss the used ones in the air to fall where they may. Or the boys that get up from eating a giant dinner and walk into the kitchen to open the refrigerator to see "what's to eat." And I know she wouldn't like the globs of toothpaste on the counter or the soap left melting in the tub. And the daily drive to find the washing under the couches, chairs and beds. Some people just j can't stand to put in a wash with 30 odd socks and just one matching pair. And doing the same dishes seven times a day because no one's lips must touch a glass someone else has drank from. So, 40 drinks of water mean 40 glasses on the cupboard. I tnink if ispnng ever does come, I'll start outside and work my way in. I'll go stir crazy if I'm'cooped up here much longer. |