“Commercial Cleaning” In Your Home
Television commercials take up as much as eighteen minutes of a one hour program. Let’s face it – who actually watches only one hour of television? So, instead of sitting on the couch and watching those useless commercials why not do some cleaning and get some exercise? Of course, this works even better if you do it with a couple of kids, or a kid and a spouse. The more, the merrier.
Here’s my commercial break cleaning tips and quick exercise plan (and even a game!):
Here’s the game. You be the parent. Think of short cleaning tasks before the show. These should be routine things the kids can do in the space of a two-minute commercial break. If you need to, write each one on a slip of paper; I just have a clipboard with a list. For each commercial break, choose two family members to race. I leave one child for each break to alert everyone at the end of the break, and to referee who completes the task first. I literally yell, “GO!” and they fly. Next break a different child (I have three, so it works well) gets to stay behind.
While the children race to complete their task, I clean as well. I just personally believe that if parents are seen, they will be heard. Besides, I need the exercise. Often, I dust, with a microfiber cloth. These fantastic cloths pick up large amounts of dust, hair and dirt and make my job much easier.
I start by attaching the cloth to the end of the broom with a rubber band and going around the edge of the ceiling and down the walls, stopping when the referee calls. I also do pictures, knick knacks and their shelves, coffee tables, the computer, and so forth.
One trick to keeping this going is to focus on one room per program. I find if I send the boys to the bedroom to put away laundry during one break, then send them to the kitchen to take out the trash and feed the dog the next, they see it as a contest and not just having to do housework. Getting chores done is really a side benefit. We have some fun, they get snacks for the program, or computer time, as a prize for “winning” and they’re not camped out on the couch for a whole hour. Or two. Or longer.
Lastly, two of my three are teenagers. When they began to be aware that this was contrived for their own good and maybe not just for the fun of it, they began to balk at the races. I had to take them aside and explain that I understood the tendency to be cynical about it, but that little brother still thought it was fun. This, by the way, was where I made good use of the fact that I participated with the same enthusiasm that I expected from them. We still enjoy the whole process.
Chelsea Myers is a proud mother of three and has been working as a freelance writer for the past 10 years.









