I don’t know why they call it spring cleaning because for some reason, I never get around to doing it in spring. I guess because spring is such a transient season of a week or two that I never get round to doing it. For some reason, when the mornings are finally starting to cool off again after five months of heat, I get a bee in my bonnet about cleaning the house. Why? Have no idea.
I think perhaps because I am a bit unusual in that I am not driven into activity by the heat. It tends to make me more slothlike than anything. While others are out hitting the beach, I would rather curl up with a book, preferably with a winter time setting so at least my mind believes it is cooler than it really is. During the initial flush of autumn, that’s when I start to come alive and want to do stuff outside. So maybe mentally I am preparing for wanting to spend more time outside by focusing on getting the inside clean enough that I won’t have to worry about those PITA cleaning jobs for hopefully another year.
Domestic goddess I am not. We don’t tend to put stuff away and having given that a thought, it’s because it really has nowhere to be put other than the transient place that it occupies between usage. It’s not that our house is small, it’s more than the morons who designed it didn’t give an iota of thought towards storage space. There is no broom cupboard so the vacuum doesn’t have a permanent home and neither does the broom. The mop and bucket got lucky, thanks to a DIY installed shelf in the laundry and a hook on the wall courtesy of Howard’s Storage World. The kitchen cupboards are not storage friendly. We don’t have other cupboards around the house to store stuff in while it’s not being used.
My other half has a logic that if you don’t have places to store stuff, then you don’t accumulate stuff. This is false logic because we get given stuff and buy stuff all the time, without chucking out other stuff because that stuff is still needed. So therefore, we live in a constant chaotic mess which although it is clean, is never tidy.
So the domestic goddess has been reawakened and she is itching to try to do the impossible. I wonder how long it will take till she gets the shits like I do and thinks it would be so much easier if we just started the house all over again from scratch. 
