Stephanie Gunn

It’s possibly unhealthy how much a creature of habit I am. Also how much I am influenced by my environment.

I cleaned the house properly for the first time in two weeks this morning. To be fair, for the first of those weeks we were away at Rottnest. And last week, Wade was on holidays and so I took time off as well. Cleaning didn’t seem to fit in with those plans too well.

While I am capable of ignoring a messy house for a while, I felt a palpable sense of relief at being able to clean it properly today. The house wasn’t dirty, just a bit messy (well, the carpets had accumulated a set of cat hair tumbleweeds). I’m by no means a clean freak, nor does it bother me when I’m in someone else’s untidy house (well, too much, anyway – I’m able to suppress my urges to clean, anyway).

Still, I feel much better being in a clean house. Things are tidy, the floors are vacuumed and steam mopped, the laundry is all done, dried and put away.

I’m back in my routine. And feeling the better for it.