Housekeeping

Once in a blue moon I get the crazy urge to clean clean clean my apartment! Usually it starts with visiting a place that is a thousand times cleaner than my own. Add some monthly hormonal changes to the mix and presto clean-o! Cat hair be gone! Dirty dishes be gone! Mt. Laundry in bedroom, away with you! Though I spent the entire evening doing housework I've barely put a dent into the amount of work that I actually want to accomplish. Baby steps make a huge difference, though. I now have clean clothes to wear tomorrow, clean sheets for tonight, ice cubes forming in the freezer for tomorrow's iced coffee, clean dishes, and clean litter boxes! Yeah! Now, the tricky part is riding the cleaning thing out until I actually do finish what I want to. Going though all the clothes we need to donate to goodwill, scrubbing the algae out of the fish tanks, vacuuming, dusting, mopping, etc. etc. I wish this mad passion for cleaning lasted longer than it usually does. Currently it only lasts about two days max. Then I get over the fact that I'll never be a neat freak, and I'll always live a slightly disorganized, slightly messy living space, and I'll settle back into the butt-dented futon with a Ritter Sport watching VH1 Classic Rock. I can also then stop judging myself for not being like "everyone else" who seem to naturally be able to keep their shit together - literally. (Yes, my dear Allie cat misses the litter box occasionally, but she's nineteen! Who can blame her?) Anyway, hurrah for clean sheets and a very fun book to read tonight - Good In Bed by Jennifer Weiner. Thanks Leah! I love it! G'night.