Posted by AdaGrace on October 4, 2005, at 10:15:29
There is some serious cleaning needed there. Organization demanded there, files from work needed to be filed there.
But I have to move things, sweep the floor, hose down the floor, wait for the floor to dry, ....
Lots of floor activity. Floor excercises actually.
I'll clean it up, organize it, and someone will just walk behind me and dirty it up again.
Tools purchased for Mr. Man for Christmas last year, oftentimes never make it back into his tool box. I know which ones are new by the way........the black handled ones with yellow stripes denoting "Stanley" brand. I have three screwdrivers in my kitchen from that new set. Actually I have like a dozen screwdrivers, and a few wrenches, a pair of pliers, and a socket wrench in here that have filtered their way into my house and never returned to their rightful place in the toolbox. I know this exact count of tools because yesterday I cleaned out two junk drawers and the cabinets in my laundry room.
I am throwing away on average two trash bags full of unwanted junk a day. Before you know it, I will be junk free..........or not.
The spawns of satan will just drag more crappola into the house. This is a lovely temprary cleaning job, which will need to be repeated every few months in order to keep order.
Look at me, I am posting, posting, posting, sober I might add, and not bawling. I must be cured. Cured for the moment of my manic depressive ways. Of course they will return. Of course they will. Just like the kids will return from school to junk up my clean.
I need a job.
I NEED A JOB!
I HAVE TO GET A JOB!!!!!
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