This morning I was cleaning my toilet, trying to see if that was the source of the elusive smell in the bathroom. As I was cleaning it, I thought ... "Too bad I'm not addicted to cleaning toilets, or mopping, or some other useful thing like that." I mean, really! I don't even like cleaning my house, though I like the results of the work. The process itself isn't something I look forward to. It's a necessary evil. But, if I liked it ... my house would be so much cleaner! And my kids might actually like working then, too!
Actually, I have a feeling that even a good addiction like that would have issues. Like, I might not read to my kids enough because I was too busy cleaning. Or, I might not let my kids play and relax in the home because it might mess up my work. Or, I might start cleaning other people's bathrooms and wouldn't be home to raise my own kids. I'd probably alienate my children and my husband ... especially my husband.
But, it's fun to imagine what it might be like to actually PREFER cleaning over other things. What would my house look like then?
Unfortunately, my addictions fall in other areas, like eating chocolate, reading, the computer, watching tv, and eating chocolate. So, I'll just have to keep cleaning my house out of necessity and not because it's my hobby.
Rejoicing in Family,