I spent some time yesterday cleaning...and by that I mean doing dishes and throwing away old junk mail. My bedroom is a disaster of clean, but wrinkled, clothes that were on the bed but now are on the floor. (How is it that I have so many clothes and never have anything to wear?) But as soon as I was able to clear a path through the mess, my enthusiasm was decidedly over.
I know there are people who clean up as soon as they are done cooking, never leave a towel on the floor, and whose floorboards are spotless. These freaks insist on cleaning and "getting stuff done"
Me? The only reason I have clean spoons is because I canceled my cable last week and I'm tired of Vampire Wars on Facebook.
But are these other people any happier than I am? Are their lives improved? I used to be like them...back when I was married and felt I had to live up to the hype. But now...oh lordy, a nap is so much more inviting.
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