I often say that I don’t clean the house. That isn’t entirely true. What I really mean is that I have a thing about having the right tools at my fingertips so I can get the job done easily.

When Michael was alive, he felt he should help clean while I was at work. Each day, he would choose an area to work on. I always thought that was a kind and loving gesture. The only problem was that when I wanted to clean, I couldn’t find my tools. I kept my cleaning supplies in a certain place, rags, brooms, sprays, all together, and by the time I had hunted everything down, my motivation had usually vanished. I was ready to move on to another project.