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I wonder why I hate vacuuming so much, when I feel so much better about the state of the place once I've done it?
Anyway, vacuuming didn't happen yesterday; I put it off until this morning. Mostly because I hate vacuuming. But since Mario started in with the lawnmower at 7:00 this morning (which doesn't bother me nearly as much when it's a work day and I'm actually going to work), I replied with the vacuum cleaner a bit later. And of course I had to stop almost as soon as I started to put in a new bag. (That has something to do with why I hate vacuuming; the damn thing seems to need a new bag every time I vacuum.) But all the rugs and the pantry are vacuumed now.
I declared war on the living room in general this morning, so in addition to vacuuming, I flipped and rotated the futon mattress, pulled the whole thing away from the window and washed the floor back there, disposed of the dead jade plant experiments, and watered the still-alive ones. So now I have two rooms I'm less ashamed of, those being the office and the living room. The office has an extraneous 13-gallon trash bag full of excelsior taking up space, but that's what happens when you buy a paper shredder and feed it two and a half years of old utility and credit card bills. (Yes, I could probably have thrown them out, but identity theft is not fun and I'm just paranoid enough to want to shred them first. So I did.)
Sometime over the next week, I have to render the bathroom, bedroom and kitchen less worthy of shame. But next week gets more complicated because I have two PT appointments and a voice lesson to remember to go to. And since right now I have a headache, thinking about anything complicated is more effort than I want to expend.
Anyway, vacuuming didn't happen yesterday; I put it off until this morning. Mostly because I hate vacuuming. But since Mario started in with the lawnmower at 7:00 this morning (which doesn't bother me nearly as much when it's a work day and I'm actually going to work), I replied with the vacuum cleaner a bit later. And of course I had to stop almost as soon as I started to put in a new bag. (That has something to do with why I hate vacuuming; the damn thing seems to need a new bag every time I vacuum.) But all the rugs and the pantry are vacuumed now.
I declared war on the living room in general this morning, so in addition to vacuuming, I flipped and rotated the futon mattress, pulled the whole thing away from the window and washed the floor back there, disposed of the dead jade plant experiments, and watered the still-alive ones. So now I have two rooms I'm less ashamed of, those being the office and the living room. The office has an extraneous 13-gallon trash bag full of excelsior taking up space, but that's what happens when you buy a paper shredder and feed it two and a half years of old utility and credit card bills. (Yes, I could probably have thrown them out, but identity theft is not fun and I'm just paranoid enough to want to shred them first. So I did.)
Sometime over the next week, I have to render the bathroom, bedroom and kitchen less worthy of shame. But next week gets more complicated because I have two PT appointments and a voice lesson to remember to go to. And since right now I have a headache, thinking about anything complicated is more effort than I want to expend.