When I was little, my Mom used to send me under the dining room table every Saturday with a dust cloth and some furniture polish. (An adult would have a hard time getting under there and besides it was kinda fun. Not so fun was washing-the-drapes day!)
The table had a very complex crossed-bottom leg situation. I am trying to figure out how to describe the legs. Suffice it to say, it was busy under that old oak table.
I think I got my cleaning sense from my Mother. She was very big on keeping a clean and tidy house. She wasn’t much of a cook (and heck neither am I) but her kitchen was spotless.
I enjoy cleaning. Clean makes me feel tranquil and tidy makes me feel in control of my surroundings.
My office at work is not as tidy. I’m not sure why this is. Probably because work is a busy place and home is not supposed to be.
I have flirted with the idea of a cleaning service but can’t seem to get there. I think there would be some serious Macedonian shame if I could not keep a closet with a bathroom attached in tip top shape! And my table has only four simple legs.