Earlier this morning, I found myself on a random, violent cleaning spree. Usually every day I do laundry and run the dishwasher and keep things straightened out, maybe take out the trash if Hubby is working. The big stuff I do sporadically, probably not nearly as much as I should. I did vacuum yesterday.
But today...it's only 10:30, and I've done all of the above except vacuuming, PLUS dusted, cleaned both toilets, cleaned the sinks with bleach (and gagged the whole time! ugh! that's the worst, most consuming smell to me but necessary at times I suppose), wiped the counters, straightened things up, scrubbed the shower - even in between the glass door sliders, eewwww - and scrubbed/polished the stove top.
My hands are dry and smell like bleach.
But I learned a lesson.
One, I clean when frustrated, so maybe people should upset me more often =P
And two, while dusting, I found places that had been untouched for a long time. Dining room chair rungs and legs, the far side of my vanity dresser...in fact, its possible those areas haven't been dusted at all since we moved in 1 and 1/2 years ago. Yikes! I'd been dusting what showed, and not the entire piece.
How many times do we polish up the outside of our lives, and ignore the dust no one immediately sees? Beneath the cracks? Underneath?
You might be like me today and need to do some serious cleaning in your home. But also consider house cleaning of another kind, and let time with God polish up your worn surfaces.