I woke up early this morning and decided I had time to scrub my kitchen and bathroom floors. I still scrub my floors on my hands and knees. That's the way my mother did it. She passed down that tradition and taught me (well, all of us kids, even the boys) the fine art of "floor scrubbing". My sister still does the same, as far as I know. In our house, 'cleanliness was next to Godliness' ... if you know what the 'white glove treatment' is, then you know what I mean. It was a Saturday ritual - laundry (sheets), vacuuming, scrubbing and waxing floors (no one-application clean 'n shine), dusting, cleaning windows, etc. Dusting included the mopboards! Also, you didn't 'feather dust' ... knick knacks were taken down, the furniture dusted and polished (that included the legs of the chairs, etc.)! And toilets ... not with a brush ... and shiny clean, inside and out!
Actually, Mom is probably shaking her finger at me, or shaking her head in dismay. Once I became a mother I somewhat lowered my standards so I could have a little more quality time with family (sometimes that worked, sometimes not). The irony of that fact is how 'tough' my own daughter felt I was with cleanliness and housework ... little does she know, she had it easy, in comparison. I continue with what she taught me, as I enjoy a clean doman ... I just do it less often, especially as I age ... go figure, huh?
A while back, at my daughter's house, I did a batch of dishes for her and I was amused when she came to rinse them - she 'caught' me - made me re-wash a dish I didn't get clean. It was a new conquest; she'd probably been waiting years to conquer finding mom's imperfection in the kitchen. We giggled, and finished the dishes.
Actually, Mom is probably shaking her finger at me, or shaking her head in dismay. Once I became a mother I somewhat lowered my standards so I could have a little more quality time with family (sometimes that worked, sometimes not). The irony of that fact is how 'tough' my own daughter felt I was with cleanliness and housework ... little does she know, she had it easy, in comparison. I continue with what she taught me, as I enjoy a clean doman ... I just do it less often, especially as I age ... go figure, huh?
A while back, at my daughter's house, I did a batch of dishes for her and I was amused when she came to rinse them - she 'caught' me - made me re-wash a dish I didn't get clean. It was a new conquest; she'd probably been waiting years to conquer finding mom's imperfection in the kitchen. We giggled, and finished the dishes.
