Tomorrow is a busy day. I took it off (without pay; I haven't any vacation time yet) so I can clean the house. This place has developed into a science project during the school term. And, if I am constantly going to be working 12 hour days, I'm going to need to pretty it up some so that when I finally come home to collapse, I can collapse in comfort.
That is one nice thing about living alone; when you put stuff someplace, it generally stays put. So, I could do my living room up like House Beautiful and go to work, then come home and sit on the couch, admiring the view. Living with someone else (ie, a MAN!) means you have piles of interesting new objects in the living room that, as Rob likes to say, mess with my "fanged schwaa" :) Currently I have a rolling tool box beside the pinball machine, plus piles of newspapers (abandoned wherever I happened to read them last), school books, magazines and some dishes in the living room. Mind you, it's not all male clutter, some of it is obviously mine. Still, I do not like my living room right now. I haven't watched Tivo in a while, at least 2 weeks, because I don't feel comfortable in that room.
I need a maid :) And by jingo, I'm going to hire one because it sucks to come home from work on route to my other work in the little game, or worse from school late at night, and not want to sit in my own living room on my own couch to watch Tivo on the big screen TV while admiring my self-made colossus. By jingo. :)
But what about your beloved spouse, you ask? We have different tolerance levels for things and I reach my clutter/cleanliness limit much sooner than he does. I suppose his outlook is more practical, but I like a tidy room.
Yesterday at work, I started off trying to locate a box of records in our store room. Moving the boxes around, I found some supplies which I decided should be put with the other supplies, but moving them into the current supply cabinet meant cleaning that up and arranging it as well -- so I did. One of our young and studly attorneys came over to get some sticky notes and commented, "Whoa! We should take a picture of that!" and I said, "Yes, because it's not likely to stay this neat after today!" Then I opened up a drawer to put something away and realized the entire drawer was a mess...and I shut the drawer and backed away. So long as I don't have to go into that drawer, it can stay messy. In the end, I never did find the box I needed but our storage room and cabinet sure look great!
That's my practicality. :) Since I have to go into my living room, I want it tidy.
That is one nice thing about living alone; when you put stuff someplace, it generally stays put. So, I could do my living room up like House Beautiful and go to work, then come home and sit on the couch, admiring the view. Living with someone else (ie, a MAN!) means you have piles of interesting new objects in the living room that, as Rob likes to say, mess with my "fanged schwaa" :) Currently I have a rolling tool box beside the pinball machine, plus piles of newspapers (abandoned wherever I happened to read them last), school books, magazines and some dishes in the living room. Mind you, it's not all male clutter, some of it is obviously mine. Still, I do not like my living room right now. I haven't watched Tivo in a while, at least 2 weeks, because I don't feel comfortable in that room.
I need a maid :) And by jingo, I'm going to hire one because it sucks to come home from work on route to my other work in the little game, or worse from school late at night, and not want to sit in my own living room on my own couch to watch Tivo on the big screen TV while admiring my self-made colossus. By jingo. :)
But what about your beloved spouse, you ask? We have different tolerance levels for things and I reach my clutter/cleanliness limit much sooner than he does. I suppose his outlook is more practical, but I like a tidy room.
Yesterday at work, I started off trying to locate a box of records in our store room. Moving the boxes around, I found some supplies which I decided should be put with the other supplies, but moving them into the current supply cabinet meant cleaning that up and arranging it as well -- so I did. One of our young and studly attorneys came over to get some sticky notes and commented, "Whoa! We should take a picture of that!" and I said, "Yes, because it's not likely to stay this neat after today!" Then I opened up a drawer to put something away and realized the entire drawer was a mess...and I shut the drawer and backed away. So long as I don't have to go into that drawer, it can stay messy. In the end, I never did find the box I needed but our storage room and cabinet sure look great!
That's my practicality. :) Since I have to go into my living room, I want it tidy.
posted by Owl Chick at 8/21/2003 09:25:00 PM
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