A woman could get used to this.
In the interest of balance, I fully intend to throw a few Adventures into the mix that will be really challenging for me, maybe even misery-inducing. I really don’t want the plot of this blog to be merely: Rachel tried something new. It was wonderful. The end.
I truly expected that this would be one of those miserable weeks. I hate washing dishes. Always have . . . probably always will.
But . . . what do you know? It wasn’t. We have successfully managed to keep ahead of the grime, washing dishes after every meal for a full week.
Now, I fully acknowledge that this accomplishment may not seem like much for you neat-freaky folks out there. It’s worth noting, however, that this week we shattered my old record for “consecutive days with a clean kitchen” by about four days.
And it wasn’t even as hard as I thought it would be. In fact, it was so much less hard than I thought it would be that, long before the end of the week, I found myself thinking loudly, “Why the heck didn’t we start living like this years ago?!”
Dishes are, it turns out, a lot less of a big deal when there are only a few of them to do at a time. They’re also a lot easier to clean while the dirty stuff on them is still fresh. Who’d have thunk it?
What’s more, beyond the simple aesthetic delight of having a clean kitchen, the satisfaction of conquering a new challenge, and the “doh!” feeling I mentioned above, this week has brought on a few very pleasant side effects:
- Mornings (I hate mornings) are nicer and more cheerful. As it turns out, it’s lovely to wake up to a clean kitchen every day.
- Cooking is more fun. Granted, I didn’t cook every night. We went out to dinner once and ate pizza off paper towels twice (no, it’s not cheating). But when I did cook, I enjoyed it a lot more than usual. It’s quite a bit easier to feel like Rachel Ray or that guy from Yan Can Cook when you don’t have to work around stacks of dirty plates and grimy pots.
- The whole house is cleaner. Momentum is a funny thing. Once I’m up off my bottom and moving around to do the dishes, there are an awful lot of “might as wells” that begin to come into play. Might as well take out the trash. Might as well tidy the living room. Might as well vacuum . . . while I’m up. It’s kind of neat to see how that works.
Yesterday, Ken asked me what I thought of this week’s Adventure. I said it made me feel like a queen to have a clean kitchen all the time.
I don’t know whether or not we’ll be able to keep our streak going, but I really hope so. I’m really starting to get used to my new, clean kitchen, and I don’t want to give it up!