Not that the job being down is in itself a reason to blog, but it left me wondering a few things.
How can we get so much stuff *in* there?
Why does all the dirt then collect itself on me?
Why don’t I do it more often?
Oh yeah, it’s exhausting, dusty (I’m allergic), makes me feel like crap, and gets me cranky.
But at least this time my abdomen did not hurt and I wanted to clean up. Maybe I’m finally “better”.
I’m sure there’s another point I wanted to make when I started this post, but I’ve since forgotten it. Meanwhile, the study – the room next to the living room – is an absolute disaster area. Since it’s holding the stuff that doesn’t belong in the lviing room. Oh yeah, now I remember! Does it strike anyone else that a large part of cleaning up is just shuffling items from one end of the house to the other?