I don’t know what it is, but when Rob is away, I am obsessed with cleaning the house. Rob is at his parents’ for a couple of days while his dad has hip replacement surgery. That surgery was actually today and according to the latest update, was a success. Rob left yesterday afternoon to head down there and the cleaning began as soon as I got home. I stayed up late last night doing laundry, too. This morning I did more laundry and general house cleaning and I did so at lunch, too. It’s funny, when Rob is home, I’m perfectly content to sit on my ass and try to motivate myself to get some cleaning done. What’s up with that? There’s got to be some psychological reason behind it.
I get so much more done, cleaning wise, when I am alone. I get it done because no one is there to distract me or judge me on how I am getting it done. I cleaned out our fridge last Friday evening when D was off playing Axis and Allies with his buddies. It was great.
Yes, it’s easier when alone. The distraction factor is one. However, I think for me, it’s easier, because if I am cleaning and everyone else is sitting around or playing, I feel martyr-y, and I don’t like that. Then I get indignant and think “why am I doing this?” Plus, I think there is a big sense of ownership of the place when you’re on your own. I actually used to clean more when my lived at my parents when they were out of town, too. But sshhhhh, don’t tell my mom!
I do the same thing! (and so does Brian, when I’m away for a few days over the summer with the kids I always come back to a spotless house!)
I do it too! Personally, it’s more satisfying for me to clean when the Mr. isn’t home, because I know he isn’t around to mess it up right after I’m done :)
Actually deep down you are just hoping that he will clean it so that you don’t have to.