So I found out that a family member died this morning (it was expected, the family member was surrounded by loved ones and had lived a good long life so while I’m sad this isn’t sudden or a tragedy). And all of a sudden I was hit with the strongest urge to clean. I mean, it’s like I have a voice in the back of my head saying, “Go clean. Go clean. Go clean.”
I don’t know if this is something buried in my epigenetics where you clean your house after someone dies so that you can have guests for the wake and funeral or what. But it’s gotten to the point where I’m about to go strip the bed, wash the bedding, and completely dust and vacuum our bedroom (already did the master bath this morning), then vacuum my office and what I can reach of the media room and the hallway outside our offices, then vacuum the downstairs because what the hell, why not.
There’s also a certain odor of cat pee downstairs that may also be driving this. I’ve already washed everything on the futon but the Brit and I are afraid that J.J. has taken to tinkling a couple of drops on the carpet every now and then, and other than shampooing the entire carpet the only way we can handle that is to find the damned UV flashlight, identify any spots, and hit them with My Pet Peed.
In any case I’m going to bow to the wishes of the ancestors and do a good solid clean of the place. If nothing else, we’ll sleep well tonight in beautifully clean bedding.