A few posts ago I vowed that I was getting organized. As you can see, I’m not there yet. There are areas in my house that are reasonably neat all the time. They require only dusting and vacuuming. The areas where I spend my time browsing, crocheting, puzzling, reading and watching TV are another story altogether. As you can tell by the photo I leave things on the coffee table instead of immediately putting them back where they belong. I look at this picture and wonder why I had the stapler in the den. I’m like a teenage girl who tries on every outfit in the closet and leaves it all on the floor and bed while she rushes off to school. I know better. Why don’t I do better.
OK. This one is not as bad but still I have to ask myself why are the Christmas candles and coasters still out. It’s almost Valentine’s Day for heaven’s sake!
I admit that I was spoiled for years. I had someone to clean for me once a week. Back then I would tidy up so she could do her cleaning. She became a good friend and confidante, particularly during the separation/divorce fiasco. I talked with her by phone a few nights ago. We hadn’t talked in a while. I laughed as I told her I was glad she couldn’t see my house. But I don’t really think it’s funny. It’s mostly frustrating.
The tables are clean! Those photos were just too embarrassing. Looked like a pig sty. I even got out the valentines. I can leave them out for the rest of the month. I’m giving myself a birthday party late in February. The hearts will look pretty. And I hereby declare: I love Me! If I don’t, no one else will.
I’m like a snail or a turtle when it comes to cleaning but eventually I get it done. Disregard snail. I prefer the turtle.
There’s no place like home–when it’s organized.
Hurray for me!