What is it about cleaning that makes me soooo emotional?
I decided to go give the kitchen/living room a good mopping to yesterday. So, I boiled the kettle, got out my mop, some class of cleaning agent, and went upstairs to find a good CD.
Hypothesis: I have two CDs in my collection that I listen to when I engage in domestic activities: a feel-good electronic one by Max Tundra, and Poses by Rufus Wainwright. However, I loaned the former to somebody some months ago, and have not yet got it back. This is what I think has made household chores so weeepy for me.
So, I set about mopping, CD playing, all things going well. But I just totally had to sit down on the sofa and shed a tear or two when Poses came on.
GAH. Cleaning makes me waaaay too susceptible to affectation. I need some more cleaning music.
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It isn’t just the disinfectant that’s making your eyes water?
Nope, that particular effect would be caused by the kittens that have taken up rubbing against my eyeballs in a cute way that neither I nor my allergies can work up the courage to say no to.
I try to stay away from heavy-duty cleaners for the most part; I work under the policy that a good splash of scaldingly-hot water will perform at least as well as most detergents.