Who said a man may work from sun to sun?

Okay, so I originally posted this over on my Storm Artist's page, but really, it belongs over here...with a few changes...

Whoever said weekends are for relaxing obviously wasn't a homeowner.

Being a bachelor is a wonderful thing, lemme tell ya, but there are times when it can be exhausting, especially when you own your own home and spend all your free time trying to keep it clean.

Yes, folks, I clean. Cleaned the toilet and the rest of the bathroom, dusted, polished the furniture, ran the sweeper, scrubbed the kitchen floor, and did three loads of laundry Sunday afternoon. This was after spending a good part of Saturday out with The Kid...but that's another story for another time.

Of course, it's not Monday morning, and I'm back at work, so there wasn't much of a chance to relax. 5:30 comes REALLY early in the morning, especially after sleeping in on the weekend (until 8:30).

At one time, it was suggested (by someone who almost became Mrs. Onie...but we all know how that worked out) that we get someone into the house to clean it. I never felt comfortable with that, and not because I didn't like the thought of some stranger coming into my house.

It's more of a matter of pride, I suppose. I was raised, trained, how to clean and keep a neat house. I'm not above getting down on my hands and knees and scrubbing the floor. I'm not above running the vacuum cleaner or dusting.

I own my home. It's my responsibility to keep it clean. Might not do as good as job as some, but at the end of the day, I can say...I did that.

And besides, I'd have to clean the place before whomever got there! I can't have them see a dirty house, for pity's sake... ;)