Dust Up

I am having serious problems with my house; it is scaring me, causing me sleepless nights even. Really, I am having terrible problems with my house. It keeps getting dirty without any overt action on my part. I have evil nasty gremlins who take pleasure in my slow descent into insanity. I am certain of this; positive in fact there are malevolent Dust Bunny wranglers living in the vents of my house.

First let me say I am a bit retentive, anally retentive that is, about my environment. I need my house to be clean, things put back where they belong, where I put them originally. I do not like disorder in my environment; it makes me a bit demented truthfully. Okay, enough about me and back to my obvious problem with the evil Dust Bunny wranglers and my dirty house.

   It is clear to me this is what comes out at   night to ruin my morning.

Sure, it might be the dog or for that matter the cats. It might even be my intense dislike of laundry; really I do have a deep fear of dirty clothing, it goes along with my abiding hatred of ironing anything. It could be that as I age my standards have relaxed, I am not as retentive as I once was not so controlling. I don’t think this is it though, in fact I know this is not the case based on my reaction each morning when I find myself surrounded by cobwebs, muddy paw prints and those daunting dust bunnies.

I have studied the problem in depth, sitting in my living room watching my cats chase the self-animated dust bunnies across the floor. Truthfully, I am mesmerized by the paw prints across my floor, often thinking to myself, “I should have more closely matched the colors so they don’t make me so crazed.” I have considered never eating from the beautiful dinnerware or using the ‘good’ stainless utensils again, thus avoiding kitchen clean up.

There are a number of other ideas that cross my mind with regularity in my quest to stop the madness of my house running contrary to my desire for order and cleanliness, unfortunately when I have suggested them to my husband this is the look he gives me.

Is he wrong? Is there a possibility I am simply being overly nitpicky? The answer is yes I am without doubt being a bit overly sensitive to my surroundings and the gremlins that are destroying my sanity. I accept even that I am making my husband a bit crazed now and then. I can’t help myself; despite this; I am unable to stop my neurosis.

I sought exterminators for the Gremlin Wranglers, did you know I am the only one with this problem. No one has the solution to these insidious and nasty little beasts.

So what to do?

I have considered giving up hobbies, I could stop my forays into social media and the occasional debates on church and state I enter into, but if I were to do this where would I release my aggravations? If I did this only my husband would suffer, he would be my only remaining target.

I could abjure all forms of writing and the research I do for some of my writing projects. This would solve another problem, the dust bunnies would have one less place to hide, the Gremlin Wranglers one less frontier to conquer (my bookshelves). Were I to take this option my mind would atrophy, I am nearly certain of this, many of my friends wouldn’t like me any longer (maybe this isn’t true) and I would no longer be the woman my husband married (he may see this as a blessing, I will have to ask).

Finally, I could stop working outside of the home, give up my career, stop earning a paycheck and devote all my time to household duties and tasks. Palm meet face…this would not serve the purpose intended, for more reasons than I can count ($$$$$).

This leads me to only one conclusion I need help. I need a housekeeper, someone who can confront the Dust Bunnies, dog tracks, laundry and my neurosis with a small smile and a shake of her head.

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  1. The best bet for the cleanliness challenged is to have Molly Maid or some similar service in once a week for the major clean. Or, instead of hiring a local kid as a babysitter, give to your area youth by hiring youngsters to clean? My mother used to clean her house for hours before Molly Maid would show up, and they would have almost nothing to do! I, on the other hand, believe that i need a hurricane to straighten things out!

  2. Ack cleaning! What bothers me is the endless supply of dust that lands on my tv screen and stand. Make it stop hehe

  3. I remember the movie about needing a wife but, I agree, a housekeeper, now that’s a plan!

    • I am beginning the search tomorrow! I don’t want one of those weird services that charge to much and start off with what they don’t do. I want some nice person (male or female) who will recognize me for what I am (crazed) and take care of what need done (everything).

      Really, it isn’t all that much. We only use half the house.

  4. There used to be an old movie with a title something about Needing / Hiring a Wife. (She needs a wife??) After all, SHE does all the juggling. Even I, someone who is solo, could use one now and again.Besides, the cleaning, sorting and organizing and keeping me on top of appointments would be a blessing. Anyone remember the movie? Maybe 80s. Possibly 90s but I can’t recall.

    • You know this will make me insane till I figure it out. I don’t need a wife though, just someone who will quietly take care of the mess that seems to accumulate in the winter. I am fairly convinced it is the winter that causes me to fall so far behind.

  5. When you find her, I need to hire her twin. *Grin*

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