It's not entirely my fault. We've had over a dozen different young people live with us for a time over the last ten years, some of them a couple of times. They get back on their feet and move on, but a lot of their stuff stays behind. I think we're Goodwill's best donors. While Will's girlfriend gets some things sorted out, her apartment furniture is in our garage, so the stuff we would normally put in our garage is in the front room, the dining room, on the deck -- wherever we won't trip over it. We really don't mind.
It's not that I have any aversion to cleaning. I enjoy it when the mood strikes. It's fun to see the carpet change color when all the dog and cat hair get vacuumed up, or see how dirty I can get the dust rag just from the tops of door frames. It's just that cleaning is rarely the most pressing item on my to-do list. There's always baking to be done,, money to be raised, deliveries to handle, people to be fed. And all those things are so satisfying when compared to dumb old cleaning. Cleaning doesn't help anybody. Nobody will even see it before it's a mess again!
I'm very good at making excuses for myself, aren't I? But it's true. When we look at the state of the world, a certain amount of order at home helps us stay sane and feel under control, but it's not worth obsessing about. And at least we have the choice. So many of my homeless friends have no access to any sort of cleaning supplies. It's actually easier to throw away clothes and get new ones from charity groups than it is to do laundry.
I would love to provide a facility that had laundry machines, showers, computers, phones, hot meals, comfortable furniture, and fresh coffee for street people to use without cost. One big drawback though -- I'd have to keep it clean.