I often get a bit anxious about the level of cleanliness in my home, and while I rationally know that cleaning it would lessen a lot of that stress...I hate cleaning.
Not the general day-to-day stuff that helps keep the place generally tidy. My home isn't strewn with trash, my kitchen counters are (mostly) crumb-free, and the dishes are kept under control.
I'm talking about pulling on the gloves, getting out the vacuum and mop, and braving the closest where the heavy duty cleaning supplies are stored.
That. I hate that.
It's like the person is speaking a foreign language and my universal translator has glitched out.
First: "You're joking, right?"
And second: "How many baked goods will it take to bribe you to wash my baseboards for me?"
For me, the true mark of success will be the ability to afford a cleaning service to come in and do the hard stuff for me, but for now, I can only pay in cookies.
