Spring cleaning

20 Mar

It’s probably a bit early to be writing this with snow on the ground, but technically it will be Spring in a couple of days and with the longer daylight hours it’s been on my mind more than usual to get the house sorted out.

I am not the world’s best housewife, in fact I wouldn’t make a list of the just-about-oks but I do like the place to be clean. We always have a sparkling kitchen table before we sit down to eat, the loo gets a shot of bleach and no one has ever said there’s a weird smell. BUT, it looks as though a bomb has gone off half the time. We are not tidy people.

My first plan is to physically get rid of anything we don’t really need. There’s a difference between keeping stuff you know will be useful and hoarding for no obvious reason. Sometimes I find myself perilously close to the second. In part I am blaming my mother for this – as a child she had nothing of anything (being a war baby and all) and although her house is very tidy on the surface there are cupboards crammed with all sorts of “just in case” items that I am sure have been there 20 years and not been touched. Our trouble is lack of storage so that all our “just in case” items are piled higgledy-piggledy in piles. it’s not  good.

My other huge obstacle to getting rid is young M. I don’t know if it’s part of her autism but it seems that a lot of parents with asd children have the same issue. M simply cannot bear to part with anything. She might not ever play with it, but she is desperate to keep it. I suppose it’s not liking change. Even drawings on scrappy old pieces of paper are lovingly pored over and stored in a box. So. now she is in school till 12.30 (I cannot believe this, a whole morning!) I am taking advantage and sneakily removing some items that I am hoping she won’t miss. They are being stored in an opaque bag in the boot of the car. If I can get away without her asking where they are for a week they will be making the trip to a charity shop in a distant town (no chance of her seeing them then) and I shall feign ignorance if asked after that.

The temptation is also to buy more storage boxes but I am resisting. If I buy them they will end up being filled with goodness knows what and that’s not the point. I want empty boxes!!

Right, enough procrastination, I’m off to have a clear out! Wish me luck.

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