I’m a neat freak. Past posts and a Type A personality have probably already clued you into this. But lately my motivation has been…well… let’s just say my place is pretty groody. It needed a clean like I need a nice glass of wine; a necessity for a happy life.
On Saturday I woke up with the intention of cleaning my place, specifically the bathroom. But then I realized that I hadn’t watched the most recent episode of Project Runway. So that had to happen. By the time that was done and I had written my risk post from Friday, I realized that I had a choice. I could either clean or hang out with friends. Both probably weren’t going to happen. I chose friends.
By the time I got back to my place I was kind of cursing myself for not cleaning. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to on Sunday, Monday or Tuesday, which means I’d be living in my filth for 3 more days before anything could be done about it. And even then I may be too exhausted to get much accomplished.
But I also realized that no one’s going to see it but me and my husband. And being as his level of clean is still in adolescent stages, I knew the mess was really only bothering me. While it was really bothering me, I missed my friends and wanted to see them more.
Tip! If you wait around long enough, some things take care of themselves! I came home today to find that my husband had cleaned the bathroom. Good man. Glad I didn’t waste my weekend wrist deep in bleach.