From now on I will clean my house like I am raised to have a clean home. I remember growing up, I would wake up and do my chore like it is my first breath of the day. I remember how shiny the floor. I remember the smell of the wax along with the songs I listen to when I'm cleaning.
Cleaning everyday seems to be a paramount part of my existence. It bothers my husband most of the time. You do not have to clean everyday, he says. Yet, having a clean home means a clear mind. Besides, cleanliness is next to Godliness. How should I put it, oh, if I forget my daily prayer, I make a clean house an excuse. I know, right?! Bad girl!
I feel alive when I know that my house is clean. Do not get me wrong. I am not OC clean. I am clean and tidy enough. By that, the cleanliness has met my standards. I feel peace.
That is right! A clean house gives me peace... and joy eventually.
I love my life even if I am just within the bounds of domestication. I have stopped complaining yonks ago. I realise this is what I have prayed for all along — a beautiful love.
My grandfather would have been so proud of me... even my great grandfather.
sC