I'm My Own Cleaning Lady

Exactly what is so bad about doing house cleaning? Not for me in my case. I have no complaint, because of these reasons:

1) I have a highly cooperative daughter. On Saturday, between Sienna's ballet in the morning and her 2-hour Chinese program at 1:00 pm. I have about an hour and half to spare. I fixed her something to eat. Then I started the whole process. She was on her own doing coloring. At certain point of time, I called her, "Baobao, come, check out your bathroom." She came running, "wow, mommy, thank you! When I grow up, I will clean my own bathroom." How could I complain upon hearing this?

2) I have hardwood floors through out. Moving into this house is such a liberating of labour for me. I used to use a vacuum machine on carpets at our previous multi-levelled downtown townhouse. Even then, I didn't complain. Now, I am equipped with a central vacuum system. I could choose to vacuum, mop or bloom. When I bloom, I attend mostly to the corners or areas underneath the furniture, where the dusts gather for party. Sometime I clean up the floor over a glass of red. Why would I complain?

3) I am Ms Efficiency as opposed to Ms Perfect. I can see things or I can choose not to see them. I can say to myself, "this I wait for next week." Or "well, I can live with this." I clean not to get paid, for that I have to do a superb job. I only clean to get comfortable. So there is not need to overwork myself and therefore no complaint.

By the time I got Sienna home later in the afternoon, I could sit on the couch, contemplating with a cup of camomile tea and a potpourri burning on the coffee table.