To
clean, or not to clean, that is the question. The next question is where do I
even start? I’m not talking about just cleaning and picking up. No, this is the
truly deep cleaning, throwing crap out and organizing stuff, otherwise known as
“spring cleaning”. I know well enough to do one room at a time, but my OCD won’t
allow me to just think about one room at a time. It insists on putting a
picture of EVERY room in my head and screaming at me, “CLEAN ALL OF US…NOW!” It’s
like having a tiny little dictator in your head all the time. It’s not fun.
Although, there are times when it creates funny things.
By
my calculations, if I start with my bedroom, then I should have the entire
house cleaned by…probably never. Because I know me and me won’t actually finish
the room I start because of a distraction that will happen somewhere in the
universe that will grab my attention. Seriously. They’ll discover a new planet
somewhere and I’ll scour the interwebs in an attempt to see the new planet,
forever discarding the work I was doing and then it will take me a month to get
back to it and by that time it will be so overrun with disorder that I’ll
abandon it completely. By this reasoning, I will never be able to buy and
renovate an older house. Because me thinking about tackling the cleaning of
this house somehow relates to buying and renovating an older home.
I
can’t even make myself not get overwhelmed.
A
radio would be nice. If I had music to listen to then the cleaning would go
quicker and I would not mind doing it. I just noticed that two of my
fingernails are bending in on themselves the longer they grow. Nice to notice
that little flaw that is going to expand exponentially in my head and I’ll
think everyone can see the deformity in my nails. *Sigh* I need a vacation. A
real one.
I
need a trip where I don’t have to make any plans and neither would Jed. Him and
I could sit in our lounge chairs or hammocks and just order a drink. And don’t
assume I’m talking about an alcoholic beverage please. Jed isn’t a big drinker
and I’m a recovering alcoholic, so when I say drink, I usually mean one of two
things: either coffee or water, and that’s pretty much it. I don’t drink soda
much anymore, maybe once a week and not a diet soda since it’s worse than
regular soda. If I’m going to take the plunge then just give me a regular one,
thank you. A trip really would be nice. It’s just not feasible at this point.
Talk to me more about this next year.
My
brain needs a break. I think I’m going to go watch some shows I have recorded and
get ready for Ghost Hunters tonight. Yes, I’m a believer. I will watch just
about any paranormal show on except for Ghost Adventures because those two
should be ashamed of their behavior on camera and their tactics used to
supposedly find ghost activity. In a nutshell, those two are morons.
Now…back
to your regularly scheduled programming.
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