However, when I happen to visit some one's home who I consider to be pristine, meaning everything has a place and is in it and all surfaces are with out clutter and clean
I come home to our house and shudder. We are not neatniks. We do not have OCD. We are not very orderly. Now I often think that if I lived alone I might very well live in a better maintained, neater domain. Even with my hordes of thrift store scores.
And a guy who is sort of like the bull in the china shop when
he goes looking for something he leaves behind him
a greater mess than whence he started.
that I have chosen my battles wisely I think
and joined him
in the living with the messes and clutter
most of the time.
we got a face lift...
rooms got picked up, many things got put away, cleaned, thrown out,
polished, scrubbed, mopped, sanitized
and we aren't even expecting company.
I just had the time to do it
with no one underfoot to clean around
or hear "where are you putting that? Don't throw THAT out!"
Shush, don't tell, pleaseeeeeeeeeeee.
Even my work space
once again has
and could handle my rant!