Yesterday, I shared about my normal friend who felt pity for me and asked if she could come over to help me clean. She phrased it as “helping me get caught up after summer.”
However she wanted to see it, I was grateful for the help.
Since it was her. I can count on one hand the number of people whom I would “let” help me clean my master bedroom.
Here are a few more observations that I made while watching her clean. Not that I didn’t do anything. I was desperately trying to pick up to keep from getting run over.
4. She didn’t make piles.
Here’s where the cleaning-and-decluttering-are-two-different-things part of my brain had a hard time. In many ways, this is exactly what I’ve been learning over the two years of my deslobification process. My two decluttering questions operate on this principle. Go put an item where it goes right then. Don’t make a pile that will ultimately mean you haven’t made any progress at all when the time comes for you to head to the school pick-up line.
“Ultimately” . . . because you might never come back to that pile and it will just be re-arranged clutter.
But she didn’t even make ANY piles. No let’s-put-the-pens-here-until-I’m-ready-to-move-to-the-next-spot.
While this meant she was doing a lot more moving, the process went much faster and each area, as she moved on from it, was TOTALLY clean.
5. She wasn’t intimidated by the dirt.
When she asked to clean my bathroom (seriously), she seemed genuinely disappointed that it wasn’t disgusting. I had cleaned it on schedule the Monday before. She cleaned it anyway, though, and just sat right down on the floor, pulled on her medical gloves and started scrubbing away.
Dust flying in the master bedroom didn’t freak her out. She didn’t seem to consider that the dust was getting in her hair and on her skin and up her nose. She just knew that she would shower and change before going out to dinner that night.
Now, she does acknowledge my germaphobia issues, and even sympathetically asked (as a true friend would) if perhaps my aversion to cleaning was some deep psychological issue that developed because as a child I would get sick from the dust after cleaning.
Yeah . . . I don’t think that’s it. But it was nice of her to ask.
As I cleaned the bathrooms Monday morning (post-workout and pre-shower), I tried to take this to heart. Just get disgusting, and then shower it off.
6. She was nice.
I know that this isn’t really a cleaning method that I can imitate, but it impressed me.
I didn’t expect anything different, because I do know her, but it still meant a lot. There was no judgment, no horror, no chastising, and very little advice. Just some truly practical tips and no “How do you not just (fill in the blank)?” accusations. I know, from experience, that this is a rare find in a friend, and I’m extremely grateful.