I know I suffer from randomness syndrome...but maybe that is a great attribute to have. I am that person who can laugh about something that happened LONG AGO. The feeling can hit me at any given time. Tears can be pouring like it just happened...probably one of those had to be there moments. Even the smallest of events can trigger these funny memories for me. During my walk one day this week, I was mulling over my options for the day. Cleaning my house is always on the to do list but usually gets bumped down because it is NOT a priority for me.
I remembered, as I walked, when I was young my room was always messy. Now, as a grown up...my room is always messy. As I finished my first lap, I thought about how much I hate cleaning house. I was literally laughing out loud at the memory of the day my mother used a visual aid to try and make her point. I am cracking up right now as I type. I tell you...slapping my knees and gut laughter...tears...(it will probably annoy her that I think this is funny...sorry mother:))
See, I (had) this problem with throwing everything under my bed or in my closet floor. I am a pile girl. My brother's room, on the other hand, was sickening. He had a place for everything and truly loved to sit and just be in his organized space. I hung out in his room. I would sit and watch him draw and just be in the moment of keeping things tidy. Anyway, back to the story. Maybe on this day there was an ultimatum that if my room wasn't cleaned up I couldn't do the thing I wanted to do. I do not remember the specifics and I feel quite certain my mother's version of this story would not be the same as mine.haha Typically, I opted to use the short cut method when it came to chores. The trick was to get underneath my bed and stuff it all under the back side so nothing poked out. Give it the- can you see it when you walk in- inspection...if not...good to go.
On this day, my mother said the dreaded words...I had to clean my room. We got in the house...I went straight to my room to sulk about my given chore. When I opened my bedroom door...NO LIE...there was a mound that was as tall as my room. It almost touched the string on my ceiling fan! Dead center of my bedroom...a pile alright...of all the stuff I had been stuffing underneath my bed and in my closet and NOT folding and putting away in my drawers. I cannot believe my mother didn't say a word. Looked as if she needed a good long nap after making that huge bonfire of a mess in my bedroom! She had to be in pure delight imagining my reaction inside my room when I stepped in. I bet she was high-fiving herself! AND...you guessed it...IT MADE ME SO MAD! I will never forget that heap of my stuff staring at me just waiting to find its place back in an organized room again. Now that I am a mom and wife to an obsessive hunter...I totally get building bonfire moments.
This week I vowed to get my house in order. So, as I continued on to the next lap, I made mental notes of all that I would accomplish so I could text my younger and even more organized "baby" sister that the dusting was done! She has been known for writing notes to me on my sofa table. Still, I kept on walking and then another visual from my childhood came to mind. You will find it on the ledge of MamaBill's kitchen counters. It is a trinket that is white in color...a statue of a little old lady that reads..."To Hell With Housework!". My sentiments exactly.
Gonna go drink a Diet Coke and fire up the Macintosh Yankee Candle...maybe pour a cap full of Pine-Sol in the toilets before David gets home...and just maybe I will match up some socks in the "clean" laundry pile and put them away for old times sake:) Come see me, friends!
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