Sunday, May 9, 2010
I'm sitting here in a living room that would disgust a drunken frat boy and I can't bring myself to clean. I know it would probably be easier if I cleaned a bit each day instead of letting it become a trash dump but blah, who wants to clean every day?
I've always been a slob. I'm not proud of it.
I leave my shoes in the floor. I never hang my clothes up. I open a box and leave the box in the living room floor for six months.
What I'm hoping for is a happy medium between prissy cleanliness and a place the health department would condemn.
Perhaps I can tie sponges to the dog?
I figure there is more hope for the dog learning to scrub the floor than me winning the lottery and hiring 30 maids to come in each week to shovel a path for me.
Why can't cleaning be fun?
Or just quick?