Confession: Sunday Nerdery

I’m launching a new weekly series here on Get It, Girl. It’s designed to celebrate all of the idiosyncrasies that make us different and wonderfully human. The series is called “Confession,” and will highlight a shameful (or not so shameful) admission of embarrassing behavior that you habitually exhibit. I’d love to have featured confessions sometime soon, so if you’re interested in sharing (anonymously, if you so desire), let me know!

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CONFESSION:

My favorite part of the week is Sunday afternoon, when Michael takes Maddy back to Springfield and I have the house to myself to clean.

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Not because I love cleaning, but because it is my opportunity to mentally cleanse myself in preparation for the week. This routine HAS to be done with no one in the house except yours truly (and Hershey, who pretty much stays out of my way), because it ensures that no one is tracking dirt over my freshly mopped floor or conducting any other sort of inadvertent sabotage.

My routine consists of the following, always to be completed in this exact order:

  • Throw in load of laundry
  • Dust every surface
  • Polish every marble or wood surface
  • Wash windows
  • Clean and disinfect toilets and all bathroom surfaces
  • Switch load of laundry
  • Vacuum every nook and cranny (this is my favorite part, because my Dyson is totally bad ass)
  • Swiffer all¬†floors in the¬†house
  • Go grocery shopping
  • Arrange all pantry and fridge items so that labels are facing outward
  • Light candles
  • Shower
  • Put on sweatpants
  • Watch copious amounts of Real Housewives or Kardashians

During the completion of my routine, there is sporadic bursts of song and dance as I plan for my upcoming SNAP audition.

Aside from the singing, there is nothing particularly unique about this routine, but it represents a mental re-set that I desperately need before delving into another hectic and stressful week. The act of physically wiping away the dust and bacteria and Hershey hair is highly symbolic and therapeutic for me. If I don’t get to have this solo cleaning therapy time each week, I am a raging bitch. And no one needs any of my wrath.

Do you guys have any odd weekly rituals?

CK

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