Do you ever walk into your room and then want to get out as quickly as possible to ignore all the mess? At some point, it just can't go on any longer, and then you have to face it. Then you think: 'Holy shit, where do I start?', 'How dirty is it here!' and 'How can this happen again?' Right? Have you ever experienced that? I have, in any case. You wouldn't have thought, huh. I'm really a king at cleaning up, but I'm an even bigger queen at making a mess. I also have so goddamn many things. My house is really nice, but I can tell you it's not big. So there are piles everywhere, more piles, junk boxes, and different bags overflowing with stuff. That's what it looks like when it's at its peak. Fortunately, I have a very sweet cleaner (I can recommend her to everyone), but of course, the idea is to keep it a bit tidy in the meantime and sometimes swipe a little vacuum or cloth around. Often, I start each week with a good intention, and this week is all about cleaning up. I share my routine with you so you can see how I go about cleaning my little house. Is there anyone who can help me? Or is it actually not that bad? All the stuff lying on the floor and the mess I see, I put on the couch. The same goes for my bedroom: everything on the floor goes on my bed. I want the whole floor to be clear. Everywhere.
Then I usually start in my bedroom and make piles with: clean, laundry basket, needs ironing, should actually go to the dry cleaner, and hasn't been worn in a long time. Then I start thinking about what I should do with it.
Then I realize I need to put on some music, check my phone to see if anything interesting has happened, and make tea. After half an hour, I decide to get back to work.
I continue with my bedroom, and once I get into it, I actually find it really fun. Sometimes I take everything out of my drawers to put it all back neatly afterward.
Often, when I walk into the living room to grab something, I start on something else that also looks messy. So I don't really have a well-organized system, so to speak.
When I work with buckets and soap, I'm really in a good mood, and everything gets a thorough wipe down.
The dining table is known for its piles. If you have a little mess and you make a pile of it, it immediately looks tidier. I often start sorting the piles (envelopes, ahem) a bit and make new piles from them, sorting them by what's important and what's less important.
Oh yes, there are garbage bags everywhere in the house where quite a lot is thrown in.
Sometimes I come across something nice on a pile and plop down on the couch (on all that mess, of course) to read it, and then I'm half an hour further.
Alright, I get up again, walk around the house a bit, scratch my head, and realize that it's still quite a job. I encourage myself, make another cup of tea, put on some upbeat music, and get back to work.
The bedroom is slowly becoming a bedroom again.
Then there's still quite a bit to do in the living room, and there's always mess left over for which I just really don't know where to put. That all goes into the junk box.
The couch is becoming more and more of a couch, and then I arrange the cushions on the couch nicely and fold my blanket super tightly and lay it over the armrest. Just like you sometimes see in VTwonen.
As the end comes into sight, I start making all sorts of nice lists of what I still need to buy for my house (candles, notepad, extra sheet...). Those lists disappear again, of course, but I always do it anyway.
Everything has now found a place, except for the junk boxes and my junk closet. I can't live without those kinds of boxes and closets. And then finally.
my Diptyque candles are lit , the music goes a bit louder, and it's almost bedtime. So that's how long it takes me to clean for a day, but seriously; it's like walking into a hotel with neatly pressed sheets, fresh flowers, and no speck of dust on the floor., How long can I keep that up? I won't say.
