Martha Stewart I ain't...

I got home about quarter after 5 from work and from somewhere came this insane idea that I should clean my house. Now... it's not a big house but I must confess that I'd let the cleaning go for a bit. Like... 3 weeks. or longer. I can't really remember , that's how long it's been.

Anyway, so I start in the front hall, sweep, mop, put away every scrap of paper that is lingering about from those stupid freakin' flyers they leave in my mailbox every week. Wash the mats and dump everything that I don't currently have a plan for on the dining room table.

Then I straighten up the living room, searching and destroying every piece of garbage hiding under, in, or around the couches. Anything that I don't currently have a plan for? On the dining room table.

It's now 7.

On to the kitchen! Where I do all the accumulated dishes (don't ask. Suffice to say I was extremely lazy this weekend.), then sweep and mop THAT floor, sweeping all the dirt into, you guessed it, the dining room.

Now, the dumping the ground has to be done. I carry the garbage bag around with me and throw anything that I figure won't be missed into it. Whatever's left gets sorted into piles and put, pretty much where they're supposed to go. I vaccuum all the way through the downstairs and VIOLA! I'm done! It's 9pm.

You know, if I cleaned, like, once a week, it'd probably only take an hour or less. But nooooooooooooooo! I have to leave it until I can't stand it anymore and then fix it all in one fell swoop.

On second thought, that sounds pretty much like my entire life...