I may have mentioned this before, but in case I haven't lately, or you've forgotten this little fact about me, I am not a domestic goddess. I'm not a domestic minor diety either. In fact, when it comes to housekeeping and the like, I'm not even a domestic mortal.
But, lately, for some insane reason, I've been wanting to clean and I can't figure out why. Especially because I'm not itching to have my place be neat and clean, I've just been wanting to do some cleaning.
I don't know how long this will last, but hey, if my body and soul are saying "Clean!" I'm not going to argue. So, today when I started working on the kitchen, I just...kept going. It started with the litterboxes, the usual routeen, then I decided to clean the stovetop. That, of course, got the floor dirty (don't ask) so I had to wash the floor. Since I was going to wash the floor, I decided I should really wash it, so I ended up cleaning up most of the junk under the table. Well, since I was going to do that, I decided I should include the cat feeding area. And, since I was going to wash/wax that part of the floor, I should give all their dishes (two bowls for dry food, a water bubbler, and a big, clumsy thing for dry food, that we only use when on vacation, yet for some reason, I feel I have to leave it on the floor empty all the rest of the time.)
The litterbox cleaning doesn't inspire any attention. After all, I do this pretty much every other day, it's not an unusual sight. However, when I start on organizing and throwing stuff away, Jesse comes in and watches. And it's not a curious watch, it's an absolutely fascinated watch. He's standing in the doorway leading from the kitchen into the bathroom, just staring at me.
Well, I don't feel too bad about that. I mean, I'm not an active housecleaner, I haven't really done much housekeeping since we got Jesse, so it's understandable, he's wondering what I'm doing.
When I'm done getting the floor picked up and tripple swept, I start working on their stuff, including washing the heck out of the bubbler/water fountain. I take out the small pump and soak it in a little diet cola, I also take apart the whole bubbler. To make sure no cats dehydrate while I'm doing this, I fill a bowl with water and place it on the floor.
Well, when I start on the fountain, Jesse runs off. I guess he finally realizes that I'm not doing anything of interest at all, I think and continue cleaning. But, as it turns out my thoughts are wrong, because soon Jesse comes back, but this time with both Goten and Chrissy.
The three of them perch in the doorway and watch me, like this is baffling and fascinanting. "What is Mommy doing? Why is she doing it? Is it some sort of secret ritual?"
"Oh, c'mon you guys! Jesse is new, but surely Goten and Chrissy, you've seen me clean!" I exclaim, because my cats love to hear my voice.
I continue my cleaning, and the cats still watch me, just stand and watch.
Then, the next thing I know it, Todd comes out to go to the bathroom and he stops and stares at me, as I'm scrubbing the floor. I've crawled under table to get some of the really stuborn stains and he calls out, "What are you doing?"
I turn around and say, "Oh c'mon, you can't pretend you haven't seeme me clean before! I'm not very domestic, I admit it, but geesh, I had to have cleaned a few times in the sixteen going on seventeen years we've been married!"
I think he's still wondering why I exploded on him like that.