BC stopped by the other night and complimented me on how clean the kitchen looked.
“Thanks! I need all the encouragement I can get,” I replied.
And it’s true. Living alone is a strange little vortex if you don’t have a lot of drop-in unannounced guests. One day the stove is sparkling and the next you realize that you can’t use any of the burners unless you move the pile of cookbooks you dragged out the other day and “forgot” to put away.
And I have never been known as a neat freak. Don’t get me wrong- I do not like actual dirt or rotting food or unidentifiable sticky spots or critters. But I am an habitual piler- piles of books, piles of papers, piles of craft supplies, piles of things to put in frames, and piles of frames to put them in. And some of the piles might be a little precariously balanced from time to time as I rush out the door for work or another business trip.
OK, they’re teetering.
My piles teeter.
And just maybe, if I’m realllllly tired, sometimes the dishes wait until the next day. Not with food in them, but with sudsy water. And maybe I am realllllly tired two or three days a week. There. I confessed. Are you happy?
And since no one stops by during the week, and I have given myself liberal permission to be lazy after work, come Friday I have to battle back the piles, and tuck what I can back into the bookshelf, the desk, a file folder, or drag it up into the spare bedroom (also known as the place of no return). Once an item goes into the spare bedroom, it becomes part of a larger project- the One Day I’ll Spend All Day Cleaning Out the Spare Bedroom project.
That day, I suspect, is far in the future.
So, a question for all of you “grown ups” out there. How do you motivate yourself now that no one is hovering over you to clean up your own messes or piles if no one’s coming over? I need your strategies here folks. Something to get me to make a little headway on this madness every day.
Or am I alone here? You all probably have labels for your labelmakers and carry antibacterial wipes everywhere you go in your house. But someone else a little cluttered must be out there in the interwebs?