Yeah, you’ve heard that all your life. So have I. And yet I’m still one of the worst housekeepers you’ve ever met. Not because I don’t like having a clean house; I do. It’s a combination of having too much stuff in too small a house, and the fact that I as a writer have a billion books and my husband as a musician has a billion guitars/amps/drums/etc. But I took the bit between my teeth yesterday, and spent much of Saturday and much of Sunday cleaning.
Egypt is now clean. Not spotless; I still need to mop the floors. But all the stuff that needed to go to Goodwill is in bags in my car. All the stuff that needed to get thrown out is in bags in the garbage bins outside. All the books that need to be returned to Jehara or the incomparable Izzybella are in bags in my car. The DVD’s are organized in alphabetical order. Most of the dog toys are in a box underneath the futon (the remainder are scattered around the house). The Egypt books are on their shelves. The other books that are in this room have been shelved. The ginormous unwieldy piece of exercise equipment is in a closet. Everything has been dusted; the floor and mat have been vacuumed. It looks lovely.
My goal this week is to keep this room clean, and then I’ll pick another room to start working on.
I can do this!!
