May. 20, 2008 at 12:05pm
(it's not just for weight anymore.)
It's been a couple of days of frenzied preparation for The Man's short visit home before hitting more sandy and warm climes.
And as I cleaned, organized, gardened, worked out, was cognizant of dietary intake, and parented steadily, I was irritated to no end.
Why is it that stuff can never just be done, and left complete?
Mow a lawn, and if things go well, you get to re-mow. Weed a garden, and if all's left natural, you'll have a new handful of weeds and crabgrass to struggle against in a few weeks. Clean up the house, and sure as shootin', you'll have piles of dog hair, dust, dishes, and kiddie detritus in less time than it takes you to revel in (momentary) cleanliness. Same goes for household organization, bill paying, and...hell, just life.
It's not like I'm an anal-retentive clean freak, nor do I suffer inordinately from compulsions bordering on obsessive with regards to things like household cleanliness, weight, and yard perfection, but I do like things to be nice. I like to know that I am healthy and fit, and not slide back into the not so healthy, not so fit place that I was in several years ago, and slipped back into last year. I like to look in my backyard and rest in the satisfaction of knowing that I can go out there and kick a ball with The Kid (should I ever, like, choose to) without gasping for non-dog-poopy air; I like to be able to have people over and not fear Health Department visits after they leave. I like to know things are where they belong, so that as I look for, say, a pair of scissors or a bank account statement, I know where to find them. I like to wake up and not have an entire littlest petshop playstand vying for space against my water on my nightstand, I like to walk barefoot through my house and not get blackened feet.
Not huge requests, are they?
So why's it gotta be so much stinkin' work??
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by jenyum on 5/20/2008 @ 3:33pm
|I don't know. If you figure it out let me know.
I took some stuff to the Toy Rescue Mission last week, it definitely felt good. They'll take puzzles with missing pieces, random mr potato head parts, etc. Liberating.
by izenmania on 5/20/2008 @ 3:38pm
|Ugh, I am not excited about cleaning.
I tend toward the other direction... Not slimy, crawling with bacteria gross, but it's not uncommon for me to have to high-step through my apartment due to clutter. I don't mind it, and nobody ever comes over, so it's not really a problem.
Until I am 15 days away from having three houseguests for a week+, all with luggage, one sleeping on the floor...
by KevinFreitas on 5/20/2008 @ 3:40pm
|Answer: Robots. Can't wait! They can already vacuum, mop, mow, entertain, and be abused. Can cleaning and organizing our house be that far off? I, for one, certainly hope not.|
by jcbetty on 5/20/2008 @ 6:41pm
|aaaaak, Kevin, STOP!! --the act of organizing is as much the catharsis as the organized house. similarly, cleaning, yardwork, etc.--- it's like art(or web design) how the process can be as gratifying as the product.
Trouble is, like web design, it's never, like "done." until the next time you decide to pick up the project.--it requires steady little bits of work or it's hella' outta control. And that's just not fair...
--Izen-- yeah, 15 days from houseguests would have me running around crazed. Uh huh.
--Jen--I want that kind of liberation. ONly Ab won't part with toys willingly, so I have to stealth them into the trash as she sleeps.... (so...wrong...)
by jenyum on 5/20/2008 @ 7:24pm
|I collected them all when the kids were at school. Donation hours are 10-3 so it works out perfectly.|
musing her way through arts, culture, dining, shopping, exercising, and parenting, all while wearing a pungent, truffle-like aroma.