You know that sense of pride and accomplishment you get when you finish a job well done?  How good you feel when you are successful?  The high of doing what you set out to do?

I love that feeling.

Cleaning my house does not give me that feeling.  I get absolutely no satisfaction out of cleaning my house.  I hate doing it, and when I finish, I do not feel better.  No strong happiness or joy.  Nothing.

I mean, there are lots of things I do that while I do not enjoy the process, I thoroughly enjoy the end result.  Making booking phone calls, sewing, cross stitching, getting dressed in the morning….

But cleaning is just not one of those things.

In trying to understand the logistics of this lack of pride, I have come up with the following conclusions:

1. Because there are things in my house that need repair/my house isn’t really the way I want it, even when it is clean, it still feels dirty or undone to me

2. Resistance is futile.  My hours of work will come unraveled within ten minutes of the small people realizing my accomplishment.  A "Ground Hog Day" kind of sensation if you will.

It’s probably a little bit of both actually, but it still leaves me with the predicament of what is to be done?  I can’t leave it a mess all the time (well, can’t is probably the wrong word choice….) but the cleaning is SO PAINFUL and I Can’t. Get. No. Satisfaction.

Thoughts?