I Need a Vacation AKA Cleaning is for the Birds

I just got finished cleaning my place. Now, it is small but you have to understand. I hate to clean and it takes me forever and I have clutter so it takes a small miracle for me to get motivated. My motivation this time was partly to attempt to get everything ready for when the holidays get here. I think I might have a place for the tree but it is going to be cramped. The other motivation, Wookie has gone on a binge and purge spree as of late. I am so tired of cleaning up cat puke.

So, everything has been dusted, vacuumed and even mopped. Of course, give it the weekend and it will probably look like crap again. I really could use a housekeeper. Those skills just aren’t there for me . . .even getting the laundry done is a challenge. Cooking though? Please, request what you want and I will have dinner ready this evening.

As I was cleaning, I came across things that reminded me of the boy. Of course it doesn’t help when the movie based on the book (Blind Side) about Michael Oher is coming out in a few short weeks. That would have been a great date night. And apparently my hormones are raging because everytime that silly commercial is on I bawl.

My time off has been okay, I could have used some time to just be a bum but I always put off cleaning to the last minute. At least I can spend the rest of the afternoon lazing about. Or at least try. . .I still need to return Stacey’s vacuum cleaner, drop some stuff off at Goodwill and get a script filled. I guess I will get cleaned up first since I look like a ragamuffin. And nobody likes to see a ragamuffin running about.


And that is how I feel right about now. . . except instead of waiting on my food bowl I am that loser waiting on the boy.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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