|cleaning frenzy image courtesy of the internet|
That's right. When I get sick, I clean. I suppose this habit began, as so many do, in childhood. Back then I'd stay home from school, tucked in my bed with a good book and a box of Kleenex, sniffing and oozing and listening to my mother clean the house. In those years it never once occurred to me that since ours was a family of six children and a husband who wouldn't wield a mop, my mother was always cleaning. All I knew was that as I coughed and hacked, she scrubbed.
You may be wondering: When Mother became sick did she lounge in bed? No. She tied on a bandana [visualize an old-west bank robber] and went on with her day. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, grocery shopping, homework helper.
No small wonder I grew up believing that when when you get sick, you get busy.
So today, seeing as I have a sore throat and a sinus infection, I scrubbed the bathrooms, vacuumed, did all the laundry, mopped the kitchen and cleaned out the spice cabinet, just for good measure. I still feel sick, yes. And I'm about to jump into bed and watch COSMOS reruns on Netflix (I just finished reading Flight Behavior, but more on why reading A led to watching B later). But good news!! When I wake up tomorrow I'll have so much more than just my cold. I'll have my cold and a sparkling clean house ....