Today’s recycled post comes from clear back in October of 2007. It’s one of the first posts I wrote and even though lots of things have changed – Anne’s a college grad rather than a freshman, we have a cleaning lady whose feet I would gladly kiss each time she comes, and I’ll probably miss book club this month to attend a friend’s memorial service – one thing remains the same.
I’m still allergic to dusting. At least I think I am. I haven’t dusted for a good, long time because there’s no need to test my hypothesis. If you’d like to join the newly formed Allergic to Dusting Society, please leave a comment. After all, the more members the dustier merrier.
Allergic to Dusting – Recycled
I’m pretty sure I’m allergic to dusting.
I spent all morning yesterday at the task after putting it off for the better part of a month. Since Anne left for college on August 17, I’ve been telling myself there’s no sense dusting her room until shortly before she comes home for fall break.
Fall break starts this Friday.
And I convinced myself to put off dusting the rest of the house since until I hosted Book Club.
Book Club was last night.
So yesterday I found myself without excuses to procrastinate any longer, and I dusted with a fury. I used the Swiffer duster first and then I sprayed my micro-fiber dust cloth with polish and shined everything in sight. About halfway through the job I started sneezing. Then a headache formed. It got worse every time I sprayed polish.
That’s why I think I’m allergic to dusting.
I’m not sure what the solution is since I don’t think I can convince my husband to take over the job. And there’s no money in the budget for a cleaning lady. My best solution is a face mask and drugs – and never opening another window in the house so I can procrastinate as long as possible.
By the way, no one at Book Club noticed my spiffy polish job. We were having too much fun talking. So this morning I took a picture of the top of one cabinet. Take a good look because things won’t look that nice until about the first of the year. That’s when I plan to don a face mask and dope myself. Until then, I declare allergy season over at this house. Preventative medicine sounds so much better than procrastination.
