New series coming up, or maybe starting now. Today’s post, how my life would be different if I liked to clean up after other people.
* My computer desk would be holding none of the following: Kid 2’s pink iPod, with headphones; six sticky notes; the “On Line for Graduation?” flyer from the high school; my copy of “To Kill a Mockingbird” that Kid 1 is supposed to be reporting on; grading rubric for Mr. S’s science class; Kid 4’s camera, in the case; and the house phone. (It would probably still be holding: the pad the aforementioned sticky notes came from, two packages of pretty stationery, a Godiva chocolate bar (thanks, DeNae!), my cell phone, a receipt from Smith’s, a coupon for Propel Zero “fitness water” – what a racket, and a goodly amount of dust, seeing as moving all of that would require me also to like cleaning up after myself.)
* The inevitable bend-over-and-pick-up-junk-from-the-church-floor would end in a smile. A sincere one.
* The upstairs bathroom would have no towels or fleece blankets on the floor. In fact, no, I cannot explain the fleece blankets on the floor. Apologies.
* I could get a job as a busboy. Busgirl? Buswoman? Buslady? Whatever. Like it matters. I’m not about to be one.
* The basement would resemble living space instead of the back room at a thrift-shop donation center.
* I could begin a lucrative and fulfilling career in the wate management field.
* The ottoman in the family room would be used for holding feet instead of storing stacks of clean and folded laundry. (I know. At least it’s clean and folded, right?)
* There would be somewhat less griping (at least about the state of my house) going on here on this blog. (You’d miss it, wouldn’t you?)
(10) Comments for this blog
I loved this post. I think I would be a happier person if I liked picking up after people, since I spend most of my day picking up after people.
Clever post.
I loved this post. I think I would be a happier person if I liked picking up after people, since I spend most of my day picking up after people.
Clever post.
Why does this make me want to get up and clean?
Freaky.
Why does this make me want to get up and clean?
Freaky.
I hate cleaning up after people. Thus, the condition of my house is . . . well, it’s not great.
I hate cleaning up after people. Thus, the condition of my house is . . . well, it’s not great.
My basement turns out like that too. Ugh.
My basement turns out like that too. Ugh.
My life would be very different if I was as handy with a mop and broom as I once was. And a hanger. *sigh* and *hugs*
My life would be very different if I was as handy with a mop and broom as I once was. And a hanger. *sigh* and *hugs*