I’ve spent a lot of time trying to get into shape. I haven’t spent much time trying to get my house in order.
I love doing Zumba, ballet, line dancing, belly dancing, you name it (and I think you can love doing things, even thing with which you have not nearly reached your potential). I don’t love cleaning, folding, picking up, scrubbing, stacking, mopping, sweeping, and vacuuming.
Yesterday I came up with a great idea, and I’m sure I’m not the first to think of it. I wanted to clean, but I didn’t want to forgo the chance to get my heart pumping, to feel the endorphin release, and to just be happy knowing I had gotten my workout in for the day. So I decided to do some slow jogging for 45 minutes while I cleaned, and then break and read for 15-20 minutes. After this, the cycle would start again.
“Why make it harder than it has to be,” you might ask. “Everyone multi-tasks too much these days. One thing at a time!” Well, I understand that. But the jogging actually made it easier and more fun, and I got a lot more done more quickly because I was already geared up to move. I made my family a decent dinner, did housework, taught violin lessons, covered Psychology and Art with my son, and cuddled with my husband on the couch at the end of the day, feeling pretty good.
Today I started a little later, but decided to crank up the music and dance/jog while I worked. Kind of a Zumba Clean-a-thon. You know, I got quite a bit done. There’s some unfinished business, but not as much as usual.
So I have coined the term “Domesticising” today to describe the combined cleaning/exercising I do in my home – very unchoreographed and spontaneous. You read it here first, folks. When it’s the next big thing, we’ll all know how it started.
I envision cleaning parties, where women get together at each other’s homes and dance their work a way to groovy new music while they put mop covers on their feet and glide across kitchen floors. Oh, and I’ll cover more of that in my next post, so stay tuned. 🙂