Okay, true confessions. I'm a slob. I can't help myself. I don't know what's wrong with me. It's seems so simple. You use something--you put it away. Step one, step two. But it doesn't work that way in my world. In my world it's--you use something, then you stare at it for a month, then you trip over it for a couple more weeks, then you realize company's coming. Panic ensues--the family is put on code red and eventually semi-neatness is restored.
I realize a relatively intelligent human being shouldn't live this way, but I come by my slobbiness naturally. It's a inherited trait. Like dimples and teenage acne, so I don't think I should have to take responsibility for the fact that, right now, there's a sandal and a broken bridle mixing it up with the dirty dishes on my kitchen table. I once found a dead mouse stuck to my mother's floor. That's right. A dead mouse. (Don't tell her I told you.) So obviously I can't help myself.
In my defense, I'm creative. Really. Okay, right now I don't have much proof because I can't seem to write to save my soul, but I mean...on a larger scale. Such as, I'd rather cook than clean up (although in actuality I don't do either).
Right now I'm working on a costume for my daughter's county fair horse show. One year she was Pippi Longstocking on her purple-spotted horse. This year she's going to be a flower. Her noble steed shall evolve into a honey bee. Ridiculous you say? I absolutely agree. Especially since I can't sew. But the creative gene doesn't necessarily involve talent. It's one of the sad truths of life. So I just limp along with what I have, which happens to be...a sandal, a broken bridle and a ton of soiled crockery.
So come on, true confessions, tell me your dirty little secrets. How messy are you?
8 comments:
I'm not messy as much as disorganized. I just don't know what to do with all the stuff we accumulate. My house might look clean and uncluttered, but don't open the closet doors!
i'm not sure i want to touch that question other than to admit i'm a slob. if i answered truthfully i'd have to change my name. again.
we used to have a white mule and my daughter was at the unicorn age so she got the idea she wanted the mule to be a unicorn in a parade. she made a horn out of white satin, complete with silver and white strands of small beads. we attached the horn to a sort of head belt made from a transparent milk jug. it worked pretty well, although the horn flopped a little. my daughter wore a flowing white gown. at that time her hair was about waist-length, blond and curly so she pretty much completed the picture. the mule ... well, if you've ever been around a mule you know they are total assholes, but he actually took the humiliation pretty well.
I'm pretty much of a slob, too. Not dirty - everything's clean underneath - but cluttered. Never could see the point of putting something away I'm just going to use again in a day or two. Or making a bed I'm going to climb back into in a few hours.
My office is the worst. I need all the books I'm using for research, all the clippings and notes, printouts of various incarnations of the ms., all the great snippets of conversation I wrote on programs and desposit slips and post-its, all spread around me.
Weird thing, there are a few things I'm incredibly anal about. I, too, alphabetize my spices and my books. Which probably proves what are the truly important things in my life. :)
Susie
I'm still fabergasted that Anne had a mule. Does she live some sort of double life that I know nothing about or is it my imagination?
lois: :D
the sad truth is that i'm getting old enough to have lived a few lives.
ringing in from Chicago... just can't make myself do the damn dishes..
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