Some of you might remember that I went on strike against house cleaning about 4 years ago. To give a little history with hopefully not a lot of words, prior to that time hubby worked 50 hours a week on average and I worked 40 hours a week. I had a split schedule on Friday and Saturday so I cleaned house on Friday afternoon so that we had the weekend after my shift on Saturday to play or whatever. I also did 99.9% of the laundry.
Then he quit his job to move closer to his parents and I kept working 40 hours a week but then we got that pesky mandatory overtime for about 6 months, so I was working 46 hours a week (extra hour a day for every day I worked) and he was working zilch as he was trying to get his teaching guitar student business going.
I had diligently cleaned house before then because he had the more stressful job at the time and was working more hours so I was trying to make it easier for him so I thought it should now be the same. I was working more hours, he should do house cleaning and laundry to free up my time.
I went on strike.
I in my head went on strike.
I stopped cleaning.
For four years.
I think during that time I MIGHT have cleaned the bathrooms once and maybe vacuumed once or twice but I never touched the kitchen or much else. Laundry was about 60/40, you can guess who had the 60 and if you chose me, you'd be right.
I never told him I was on strike on house cleaning. I just didn't clean.
I didn't like the situation I was in (okay I hated it, you guys all know that if you followed my blog for any of a time during that time). I distanced myself from that house. I could care less about the dirt. I just rationed it wasn't my house (and truly it wasn't, in name alone it is not my house, he inherited it strictly in his name from his parents). We rarely had people over.
Truly the house was not maintained. It was pathetic. But I was on strike and I wasn't budging.
Fast forward four years and now the situation is reversed once again, order has been restored to the universe.
He is now working 50 plus hours a week again and I'm back to 40 hours a week except for that pesky overtime that seems to creep in here and there and ruins the best laid plans especially through the A/Z challenge.
So I quietly settled my strike and started cleaning again. We moved here and within a week I had established a cleaning and laundry schedule and exclusively I do it 100%.
However, I forgot one little thing. What we left behind.
A DIRTY HOUSE.
Extremely dirty house.
That house is in the process of being remodeled (more about that later and our future plans).
The wonderful sweet handyman who is fixing it up is a young married man with two young children, a big heart, a limited budget. Their fridge went out and he asked if he could buy the fridge from our house which we didn't move. Both hubby and me knew we couldn't sell him the fridge because we had no idea how old it was and we didn't want to sell it to him one week and then have it break the next week so we gave him the fridge.
And then I remembered.
How it looked.
Before we moved.
And sheepishly I thought.
Oh my gosh.
I left a tremendous mess.
For someone else to clean up.
I had a moment of guilt (but just a moment).
I considered messaging his lovely wife on Facebook.
and said "so sorry, this isn't really how I take care of things"
but I didn't.
I just hope they appreciated the gift.
Even if they had to clean it up a bit (lot).
Do I regret the strike?
Nope (maybe 0.00000000001%)
Will I do it again?
If the situation is right, yes.
Am I happy to be cleaning again?
Yeah.....I kind of like it.
So......just be careful......in case you decide to do such a strike.
It could come back to haunt you (but just a bit).