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?)
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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*