This is one of my favourite poems, and sums up my attitude to housework. My house is fairly clean, and fairly tidy, and I am perfectly happy with the way it is. It's a lot tidier since DH passed on, as he was the messier of the two of us, and also a bit of a hoarder, but a bit of clutter makes the place look lived-in. I dislike visiting houses that look pristine. So boring without a bit of mess! I have only one 'neat' friend!
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
To paint a picture, or write a letter,
Bake a cake, or plant a seed;
Ponder the difference between want and need?
Dust if you must, but there’s not much time,
With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;
Music to hear, and books to read;
Friends to cherish, and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair;
A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
This day will not come around again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
Old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go (and go you must)
You, yourself, will make more dust.
Rose Milligan