As my work place tries to figure out how best to work through the coronavirus, those of us who have the ability to work from home were sent home for a couple of days to see how work capacity can continue. 30 minutes into my first day I realized what a complete and utter disaster zone my house had turn into. Of course it didn't help that I had just come off of a non-COVID-related cold and hadn't had the energy to clean for the past two weeks.
I have literally now spent hours cleaning (part of) my house. I have used products I didn't know I owned, I've found things that can be resold once we are re-allowed to enter society, and I've made my place so clean it literally shocked me when I saw it in the end. I even voluntarily cleaned the inside of my microwave for the first time in my life.
Usually I get tired after doing one task, but seeing one part so clean and another part still a disaster left me unsettled and kept me moving through it until I was able to get everything done.
I know that having a clean home helps with my mental health, but I kinda forgot how true this is. My empty countertops have weirdly emptied my mind to a point where I keep feeling like I need to be doing things. When I realized how messy my home was, I couldn't get settled or be productive. My mind (and every surface) was cluttered and I couldn't focus on the work in front of me. In retrospect, this makes sense considering that my desk is perfectly laid out with a minimal number of document laid out at 90* angles.
Not going to lie, looking at my kitchen is still kind of freaking me out (it's just so shiny), but it's so nice being able to prepare food wherever I want instead of wherever's available, or not having to push things out of the way to put my grocery bags down. And all it took was a global pandemic. Who woulda thunk?