A whole lot of posts are about how I'm having trouble doing this or finding that - usually because I can't locate something or other. Getting organized takes a little while, but nowhere near as long as staying organized. Those type-A people can say what they want, but staying organized is hard work - it takes more time than being disorganized! Still, I always feel better when things are where I can find them and so forth and I really am more productive.
But I rarely get to that point until I literally have to.
Luckily (to some extent), my apartment manager does a yearly inspection of the units before renewing our rental agreement, so at least once a year, I really have to clean my house. That time is now. I've been putting it off for a month or so - doing a little here and a little there, but nowhere near enough - and tomorrow is D-Day.
So here I sit at midnight, the hallway littered with books and papers and milkcrates as I try to situate things just enough to get them out of the way. I cleaned the sink in the bathroom and now have to do the toilet and floor. I have a sinkful of dishes (I washed some earlier and had to wait for them to dry) and the fridge to do as well, but I got the freezer knocked-out. And I also have to do the stove and spot-mop around the entire house.
Then I have to set the alarm to get up at the break of dawn so I can sprinkle nice-smelling stuff all over the place and vacuum it up. I'm burning incense tonight and I'm going to wash all the ashtrays before I go to bed... It's a heck of a lot to do in one night, but I've been so busy with everything else that I simply haven't had the chance to get to it!
Then I'm unplugging the phone and sleeping literally until I wake up.
© C Harris Lynn, 2009
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