I often wonder why I can't just do the things I set out to do. I have a plan when I get up in the morning. Like this past week, I have been planning to spring clean. So I sit and I imagine that I will dust my ceiling fans. I will knock down the cob webs. I will move furniture and vacuum underneath it. That's as far as it gets though. I spend the whole day sitting on the couch imagining I am doing it instead of doing it. Now, in the middle of winter when I was bogged down by my seasonal depression I sort of had a good excuse. Today I just can't come up with one other than I am lazy. I guess as far as houses go, there are messier ones than mine. It really is not that bad, just has the look of a house that is "lived in". I am so jealous of people that have really clean houses. One of my friends told me she just can't relax or sit down when she knows there are things that need to be done. I must be missing this gene, because I can sit and relax right on top of the pile of clothes that needs to be put away. My only comfort is knowing that someday I will want to have people over, and for that I will clean. But until then, the hell with it!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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Well... I must be missing that gene you speak of as well... Because my husband and I can sleep with laundry in our bed. :)
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