Saturday, January 14

Reality Check

At some point in my cleaning the house for company, I inevitably come to the decision that it's pompous of me to try to make my home into something it's not. I convince myself that by putting my house into an order that disobeys everything that I stand for as a person is dishonest and wrong, and that I should instead be zen about the way I live. I decide to let things be.



And then I take a look around, realize that no one in their right mind would choose to live like this, my mother's genes scream at me from the recesses of my brain, and I clean some more.

6 comments:

HappyFunBall said...

DUDE! Where's my hat (pattern)?

Lisa said...

Yay for messy houses. I try to keep mine clean just so that I don't end up living exactly like I did as a child, but then I think, "Hey, you can't teach an old dog new tricks."

Jess said...

It looked lovely.

Monkey said...

When I see a messy house (mine), I think to myself, "how wonderful! this person has a life/children/dogs/a job".

And yours ain't so bad sistah. I've seen MUCH much worse. Yours looks happily lived in.

sunny said...

Yeah. Um.

Those pictures were taken after the remedial cleaning.

sunny said...

And thank you, Jess. I just didn't want to make you gag. That was my only goal.