Insanity is a dish best served microwaved

I have hardwood floors through out my house.  As I have mentioned before, I love the clean feeling I get when I walk around them without shoes.  However, the downside of these floors are dust bunnies.  I woke up this morning to one of them staring me right down from my bed.  Normally, this would require me to clean the entire house because I feel that it is dirty.  But I’m not really feeling like I should waste part of my workday cleaning the house.  Instead, I decided that I would just vacuum the floors.  It sounds gross, almost as gross as someone enjoying popping pimples or picking scabs, but I LOVE the sight of watching those damn bunnies getting sucked up in the vacuum.  It gives me some sort of satisfaction that house is getting cleaner by the minute.  Sick, I know.

Here’s where it gets worse…

I chased a bunny with the vacuum under the futon in my office.  I wasn’t going to let it get away.  I moved the futon to suck it out when I noticed spots on the floor.  My body twitched.   I already started to look at putting things up on the desk so I can mop.  NO.  I must hold back.  Ah Ha I thought to myself.  I went to go get my dust mop and spray I thought.  Then, I would only be cleaning that spot and  I wouldn’t feel that I was wasting an entire bucket of perfectly good mop water. 

Now the sad thing is that I really could spend the entire morning cleaning my house and be completely satisfied. I really don’t care about the front or backyard… but the house, it shall be clean.  I am practicing restraint and only taking care of the immediate issues.  That way, after our Halloween party on Friday is over, I can clean with true satisfaction.