I used to keep my own home very clean.
Somewhere along the line, that changed. It wasn't a conscious decision... but apparently a two hour round trip commute, a full time job, several pets and their activities, a medical emergency that landed me in the hospital, the emergence of an autoimmune disease, and a messy husband all came together and made my "acceptable level of household cleanliness" change.
I should probably go on record and say that my house is never filthy. You never walk in and instantly want to leave. But I will admit to corgi-hair tumbleweeds under the furniture and clutter on every flat surface. And dust. Oh lordy, the dust.
For some reason, my emotional well-being seems to be directly linked to the cleanliness of my home. I don't know about you, but I like being happy. I like my life to be as stress-free as possible. This past weekend, I did a deep-clean of about 80% of the house, and have been steadily working on the other 20% over the past few days.
More importantly, I've been trying very hard to maintain the progress I've made. This is harder than you'd think - especially with a corgi, a puppy, and a naturally messy husband in the house. But we're making it work.
On a somewhat related note, I'm going to attempt to make my own laundry detergent tonight. The ingredients cost roughly $20, it's safe for high-efficiency washers, and is apparently a year-long supply for a family of four.
I'm also going to attempt to make my own hand soap, and research how to make my own all-purpose cleaner. Stay tuned!