This is my first Finish The Sentence Friday, but the prompt for this one was just irresistible! So here are the rules for FTSF:
“I get so frustrated when…”
Next week’s sentence to finish: ”Speaking from experience, I’m going to give you a little advice on…”
And, now the good stuff:
I get so frustrated when the dishes are allowed to pile up in the sink or clutter (including dirty laundry and toys) is allowed to accumulate on the floor, and I’m trying to get some work done. I love Greg to death, but he has one nasty habit that drives me INSANE. He procrastinates doing anything. No, I mean he procrastinates procrastinating.
When I was working, there were ALWAYS dirty dishes in the sink. ALWAYS!! The only reason there aren’t any now is because I clean them! If I put a dish in the sink, I clean it. It’s so much easier to just clean the damn dish while I’m up than it is to let the dishes accumulate. Then I have to stand there for 30 minutes cleaning a bazillion dishes that could have been done in about 30 seconds.
When Greg was working, I had a whole system to my day. The dishes were always done, the laundry was always clean, folded AND PUT AWAY!! Not to mention the litter boxes were cleaned daily, and I vacuumed every other day. I made juice daily, and we had a fresh, “from scratch” meal for dinner nightly, and I STILL managed to get my writing done. The house also looked much less cluttered. We still had it, but I was getting it organized.
Since Greg has been home, the clutter has gotten out of control, the laundry sits in laundry baskets, and dirty laundry is all over the floor. Sure I could do it all, but I really shouldn’t have too since I’m the only one bringing in any money. The clutter is even worse now because of all the stuff we’re selling on Ebay that just isn’t selling fast enough. And of course it all has to sit in the living room.
Out of everything in the living room, my desk is the only thing that is clutter free, and for some reason, things randomly show up on my desk that shouldn’t be there, and that also drives me insane.
The other thing is, of course, that one time a month aunt flow comes to visit, I get in this agonizingly anal cleaning mood. It would be a lot easier to just keep the house clean than to hear me bitch and complain about how is organized the house is wouldn’t it?
Don’t even get me started on the front porch….