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My BFF and her husband are coming to visit this weekend. I have known about this for months. I have been attempting to tidy the house for this for months. I have taken two steps forward and one step back for that entire time. I can’t tidy, I am unable to consider my belongings as being things in categories and then sort them and deal with them as such. Every single solitary thing I own has to be contemplated as an individual object, picked up and regarded, and then nine times out of ten set back down exactly where it was– on a desk, on the couch, in the middle of the floor– because I can’t conceive of it belonging anywhere else but where it is in this moment.
(it is so goddamned tedious being me.)
I tried to get Dude to help me clean, thinking– okay, if I get a room tidy enough, surely, he could actually clean it, right? Like, I get it’s not reasonable to have him pick up my belongings and figure out what to do with them when I can’t figure that out myself, but– like, cleaning up dirt, that should be universal, right?
Well, he worked through the weekend, this past weekend, which isn’t something he ever does, and so I didn’t get nearly as much done as I wanted to. And this week I was like ok I’m trying to tidy these rooms and clean the bathroom and sweep and steam the kitchen floor, and he was like, have fun with that.
That’s it. Have fun with that. Well okay thanks bud.
So, anyway. I got the guest bed re-cleaned-off: i had cleaned it off, weeks ago, but then had put boxes of Things for Projects on it, so it was inaccessible again, and now it’s accessible and also the sheets are washed. I’m not going to put them back on yet though, BFF is allergic to cats and Chita LOVES that bed and will be sleeping on it 20 hours a day henceforth, so at least the sheets will have only a few hours’ accumulation of cat hair, if I wait until Saturday to put them back on.
Tomorrow night I will tidy and clean the bathroom, and collect all the floor rugs and wash them.
Thursday night is the kitchen floor, which I stopped mopping in between trips to the farm back when I first started going there, so it’s been literally years. I just got tired of cleaning, leaving, coming back and cleaning again. I’ve done a ton of background cleaning but again, two steps forward and one back, and often it’s actually one step forward and three back, so.
Friday I’m gonna re-tidy the living room, which I tidied like, two weeks ago, but it wasn’t really much progress. I don’t know. I’ll try it, anyway.
I was raised in a house with a regular cleaning regimen. As a young adult I followed this regular cleaning regimen. I mopped a lot. I wiped counters down pretty religiously. I have always been untidy but I used to be clean.
I can’t do it on my own, though. or, I guess, the lesson is, I won’t do it on my own. But. I mean. Whatever.
Whatever.
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My BFF and her husband are coming to visit this weekend. I have known about this for months. I have been attempting to tidy the house for this for months. I have taken two steps forward and one step back for that entire time. I can’t tidy, I am unable to consider my belongings as being things in categories and then sort them and deal with them as such. Every single solitary thing I own has to be contemplated as an individual object, picked up and regarded, and then nine times out of ten set back down exactly where it was– on a desk, on the couch, in the middle of the floor– because I can’t conceive of it belonging anywhere else but where it is in this moment.
(it is so goddamned tedious being me.)
I tried to get Dude to help me clean, thinking– okay, if I get a room tidy enough, surely, he could actually clean it, right? Like, I get it’s not reasonable to have him pick up my belongings and figure out what to do with them when I can’t figure that out myself, but– like, cleaning up dirt, that should be universal, right?
Well, he worked through the weekend, this past weekend, which isn’t something he ever does, and so I didn’t get nearly as much done as I wanted to. And this week I was like ok I’m trying to tidy these rooms and clean the bathroom and sweep and steam the kitchen floor, and he was like, have fun with that.
That’s it. Have fun with that. Well okay thanks bud.
So, anyway. I got the guest bed re-cleaned-off: i had cleaned it off, weeks ago, but then had put boxes of Things for Projects on it, so it was inaccessible again, and now it’s accessible and also the sheets are washed. I’m not going to put them back on yet though, BFF is allergic to cats and Chita LOVES that bed and will be sleeping on it 20 hours a day henceforth, so at least the sheets will have only a few hours’ accumulation of cat hair, if I wait until Saturday to put them back on.
Tomorrow night I will tidy and clean the bathroom, and collect all the floor rugs and wash them.
Thursday night is the kitchen floor, which I stopped mopping in between trips to the farm back when I first started going there, so it’s been literally years. I just got tired of cleaning, leaving, coming back and cleaning again. I’ve done a ton of background cleaning but again, two steps forward and one back, and often it’s actually one step forward and three back, so.
Friday I’m gonna re-tidy the living room, which I tidied like, two weeks ago, but it wasn’t really much progress. I don’t know. I’ll try it, anyway.
I was raised in a house with a regular cleaning regimen. As a young adult I followed this regular cleaning regimen. I mopped a lot. I wiped counters down pretty religiously. I have always been untidy but I used to be clean.
I can’t do it on my own, though. or, I guess, the lesson is, I won’t do it on my own. But. I mean. Whatever.
Whatever.
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