I realize I should find satisfaction in a job well done, but... no. Just no. It sucks.
I have a housemate that is USELESS when it comes to cleaning. Love him I do, I really do, he's a GREAT guy and I couldn't ask for a better housemate. Wait, that's a lie. I could ask for an identical person to him, only with the ability to clean....or at least use the vacuum more than once every lunar eclipse. The 130 lb beast is HIS dog after all... how come I clean up the dog fur? Answer: he just doesn't notice it or care. I, on the other hand, am so beyond embarrassed when someone comes over and sees my house a total mess. Which is like pretty much almost always. I do go through stages where I am totally on top of things and keep the place spotless, but... that stage hasn't been here for a while.
You see, this is a tiny little house, and there is A LOT of crap in here. I am totally guilty of not throwing things away that just need to go. It's not like I grew up in abject poverty and am now hoarding all sorts of things just in case. No, I hold onto things for really retarded reasons:
- It might come back into style/fashion (it has happened, but that's because I hang onto things for THAT long.)
- My house will magically grow another story or wing
- Monty Hall might show up for an on location filming of Let's Make A Deal and I need to be prepared.
- War could start and I'll totally need these 8 different 1/2 used bottles of shampoo.
- I feel guilty bringing a small bag of stuff to the thrift shop, so I'm holding out till I have enough to make that .25 mile trip waaay worth it
- I don't want to be wasteful, so I shouldn't throw it out
- Someone gave it to me and I feel bad about getting rid of it
- Fear that as soon as it's gone I'll regret it
|this would be the armoire that holds my t shirts... and those first three rows are just "wife beaters"... and I took this picture 1/4 of the way through the folding/putting away process...|
Eventually I got sick of folding clothes. People that work at the freakin' Gap fold less clothes than I was plowing through today... and I still have a long way to go. So you know what I did? I switched to organizing jewelry. I don't know if you ever saw that post I put up ages ago when I thought I had found the perfect way to store it before, but it turns out that other than the egg carton (which was totally a fantastic idea!) the other stuff was a pain in the ass to go through when looking for jewelry.
I had moved a table into my room a while back that I decided today needed to be multipurpose... and now it would hold massive amounts of makeup (I'm bananas for makeup, even though I wear the same 4 or 5 things daily) AND jewelry...
|I realize it's not all awesome and organized yet, but I'm getting there!|
Yeah, so... the majority of necklaces are hanging, untangled... and I am now wondering if I might be crazy since I know for a fact I purchased at least 2 necklaces this past winter. Seriously? I really don't need more.
So there I stood, all proud of myself for gettin' one half of my room fairly organized... I was pleased as punch... till I spun around to see the rest of the disaster that needed to be attended to....
|I know... I know.....|
|scary, ain't it? (that's a tube top BTW, not a massive pr of granny panties hangin' there on the left, promise.)|
Anyway.. yeah... so the room is like HALF clean. I even started picking up the little random bits of flotsam and jetsam. You know, tiny bits of paper etc. I found the cap to lint brush long since used up and decided it would make the perfect catchall for the wee bits of whateverness...
.... and as I was moving around the rug, and feeling like I was getting nowhere, I noticed that some things I had just thrown in that cap were back on the floor.... then I noticed why I wasn't gettin' anywhere....
Yup. Big hole in the bottom. Sometimes I'm so smart it hurts. I'm a big ol' bucket of win.
I'm not the only one that finds cleaning house, or even just a bedroom, to be literally mind numbing (to the point that mine clearly doesn't function right) am I?