Ready for Monday

[susandennis]

The laundry is done and put away. The kitchen is clean and the dishwasher is emptied. I'm caught up with chores and To Do's. And I just had the thought that I am glad tomorrow is Monday and that I have a good job with interesting work waiting for me as soon as I get up.

I'm sure by 10 tomorrow morning, I'll be bitching up a storm and wishing I was retired. But, right now, I'm glad I'm not.

Comments

[pisceandreamer.livejournal.com]

You are so good about getting shit done about the house - it impresses me beyond belief. Were you just born this way or are you taking a housekeeping medication we don't know about? It can't just be the "if I die, I need a clean house" thing.

Good job. :)

[susandennis]

ha, not born this way at all. or even close. i was voted biggest slob in my freshman college dorm. i only developed it after i redecorated this house and finally had a place to put stuff and a confidence that my stuff belongs in those places.

plus, my view on dying is that for some reason i really don't want to dry without the kitchen clean and laundry done. i have no clue where that comes from.

[pisceandreamer.livejournal.com]

i was voted biggest slob in my freshman college dorm.

LOL! My roomie moved out after the first semester (to go back home to a foreign country, not because of me! It was planned, I swear!) But my RA bitched at me constantly about the state of my room. Said no one would want to room with me - which was fine by me, cause I had a single for the semester without paying extra. Hardly incentive to get my socks off the floor.

I often think if I had a totally empty place to start with, I'd be better about keeping it spiffy. I've been on a housekeeping blitz (OK, a whopping 30 minutes a day) and I can see some results, so I am hoping it will stick.

Maybe I don't worry about dying with a messy house cause "Hey, Donald will have to clean it up!" Mind you, he'd probably just chuck everything down the basement stairs, but there would be *someone*here to tend to it, LOL.

[johncomic.livejournal.com]

When we moved to our new house and had a chance to start over, we started to do a better job. And it has somewhat more places to put things, so we are somewhat better about putting things away. So I guess this is a truism. But my powers of mess are truly to be reckoned with.

Personally, I don't care how they find me or my surroundings when I die. If they're that determined to complain about me after I'm gone, then they'll find plenty of reasons regardless, so screw 'em. In fact, I'd rather they say “We found him with dirty pots on the counter” than “We found him all flabby and outa shape” or “We found him working in an unexciting job far below the promise he showed in high school”... y'know? No one will be impressed by me when I die.