Cleaning. Such a dirty word. I will have to say that I really don't enjoy cleaning. My poor husband has been 'blessed' with a woman who finds cleaning such a hindrance to her life. But it's true! Cleaning is a bore. And so overwhelming when looking at the entire building. OK so maybe I am exaggerating when I call my tiny house a building. But it may as well be the Mercure! Although not as fancy it feels just as big with a vacuum. If cleaning was cool, I'm sure I'd enjoy it. Like, if I had a utility belt like Batman, that if I just pushed a button magical things would happen....


But dreaming of the impossible or far-fetched clearly doesn't get the house clean. I have so many books on cleaning (I know, it's like a science right?) and how to keep a home tidy and stress free in just 15mins a day. And it works brilliantly! For about a week.


I get bored with routine. That is the truth. If things don't change all the time for me I get bored. And it requires hard work. Lets be completely honest. Hard work is scary. I just want an easy ride. So do you, admit it. I just have the gusto to say it out loud... or post it on the internet if you'd rather. And yet it is said that you don't get the same satisfaction out of something if you just get handed things without having to work for it. Is this true for everything? I think not. You think about it.