I have cleaned the house on Saturday morning my whole life, starting from the time I was old enough to help my mom. It was a tradition that was new to Dave in the beginning of our life together, but he has come to appreciate what a few good hours of scrubbing can do. The kids have a list of chores that they need to accomplish by Saturday morning at 12, whether they think their bathroom needs to be cleaned or not. I clean our bedroom and our bathroom, and wipe walls, clean the fridge, and do any other special projects. I love the smell of the house after we have cleaned it.
The kids will thank me for teaching them this work ethic when they are older. I used to think that my parents were obsessive neat freaks when they made me clean and vacuum my room EVERY week. My mom would get up on Saturday and scrub the whole house (with a few coffee breaks) and if we were home, we were expected to help. I used to love to dust, but that was about all I wanted to do. My mom would tell me to clean the bathroom, and I would grudgingly comply. Now, I am proud to say that I know all the best ways to wipe the counters and scrub the toilet ( an old toothbrush is great for all the nooks and crannies). Like so many other things my parents taught me, the appreciation comes years later when I am raising a family of my own. I think I will go call my mom and thank her for introducing me to Mr Clean and Clorox bleach.
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