I hate housekeeping and don't do it until it reaches critical mass. I scatter things all over the place, half started projects, laundry half done, books, magazines, plants, musical instruments, sheet music, paddles, life jackets, flashlights. Both my DH and I don't like to do housework and so it becomes a contest as to who can stand it longer before one of gives in and does some cleaning. We got a dishwasher a couple of years ago and it is great and dishes are cleaner and get cleaned more often. I'd get one of those robot vacuum cleaners if I thought it could deal with the dog hair. When I lived in town, I did have someone to come in a clean once a week, but like others, I don't like having other people in my house. Although at that time, there actually were a lot of people in my house, relatively speaking, so maybe it was easier to tolerate. Now that I live back in the woods, I don't want anyone to know where I live, how to get here, or what my house is like. I grew up running around outside and still would rather be outside. I have no germophobic tendencies at all. I am still a kid who likes to play in the mud.
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