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Why is it…
That I can never just vacuum?
I started out vacuuming, but as I passed the bookshelves I noticed they were a little, um, neglected. They got dusted—and not just dusted. Books were moved. They were dusted.
Then I went back to vacuuming, and got as far as the sideboard. That poor thing had turned into a giant junk drawer. It still is a giant junk drawer, but it’s now the most organized junk drawer in the universe.
Of course, I had to do something with all the papers I’d been stacking on it “to file later.” My filing cabinet is now also organized within an inch of its life, which was no small feat considering that when I moved, I tossed every paper I owned into the cabinet. They hadn’t been sorted out since.
Back to vacuuming… until I realized I’d moved a kitchen chair right under the ceiling fan, which was ideal for, yup, dusting the ceiling fan. And if the ceiling fan was being dusted, the bedroom fan might as well get dusted, right?
Back to vacuuming… and on it went. For hours. The apartment is the cleanest it’s been since I moved in. My cats are now freaked out—Onyx because I found about 6,000 toys for her to play with, and Pookie because I only ever clean this much when I’m going on a trip.
I suppose it was inevitable. The past couple weeks have been so busy I just couldn’t keep up with everything, so I was going to have to clean this weekend anyway before the clutter drove me insane. Now I can do something fun. Hm. Now I have to come up with something fun to do.
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On Nov 7, 2008, Jackie said:
That’s how I clean too! When I was growing up, I used to take everything off all of my shelves and all the clutter from the floor and bed and put it in a huge pile on the floor. Then I’d sort it all out, re-organize, and put it away. Worked better on just one room than it would on an apartment though. I too have a hard time staying on task when I’m cleaning. Fortunately, I have a slave driver husband who makes me stick to one thing. It’s effective, but not nearly as much fun.