A Bee In My Bonnet!

   Lately I’ve had a bee in my bonnet!  I simply can’t stop thinking about how messy my house is.  I find it consuming my thoughts.  I seriously can’t concentrate on anything else.  I walk through my living room and think, “Hairball…hairball…hairball…God, that couch is dusty!…hairball…hai…wait that’s a cobweb.”  Honestly, I’ve been so disgusted by the state of our home I can barely stand to reside in it.

   My readers are probably thinking two things.  One, “What’s new Rayna?  Your house has always been messy and it’s never seemed to bother you before.”  Two, “If you’re that distressed by the condition of your home, why don’t you get off your ass and do something about it?”  In response to hypothetical inquiry two I’d like to state, “I did.  Today I finally did have a manic cleaning spree.”  I believe at this point I’m supposed to go on about, “How great I feel having gotten something done.”  My understanding is that I’m also supposed to feel some awesome sense of accomplishment that I now have a master bathroom that doesn’t look like it belongs in a crack house.  However as thankful as I am to now have carpet that does not resemble angora…(ironic, since I adore wearing angora, but am not so down with walking on it)…I am rather bitter with having wasted the majority of my Sunday cleaning. 

   I suppose most would argue that part of being a grown up is accepting the fact that the tasks never end.  Just because one works forty hours a week, comes home and makes supper, does the dishes, packs lunch for her and her partner, feeds and cleans up after a herd of fluffy babies, makes sure the trash is hauled out to the dumpster, and assures the house is picked up of all clutter does not mean the work is done.  Honestly if it did I would be one happy lady, considering I can do all of these things and still maintain nice nails.  Yes, I just admitted that.  However, once one is involved in the harsh scrubbing of appliances and showers the nails are out the window.  As an individual who no longer indulges in such stress relievers as drinking, smoking, and even caffeine!...is it too much to ask that I'm allowed to keep my hands from looking haggard?  I think not!

   Unfortunately, today my home got the best of me and I broke down and seriously cleaned.  We’re talking, "cleaned," like I dragged the rugs out and beat them against the ground as I assume some of my Yugoslavian ancestors probably did.  With every swing of material I thought, “Whap!...I wanted to wear that blue sleeveless dress today.  Whap!...It would have looked so cute with my red nail polish...which is now destroyed.  Whap!...I could be watching that Criterion movie right now…of course, it’s pretty artsy and may simply be two hours of footage of another woman beating a rug…however, it would be a movie so she would obviously look better than I do now.  Whap!...there better be some sort of karmic reward for thi…ouch! ouch! Something just got in my eye!”

   In conclusion, the day I took the above photographs was similar to today in that I was still lamenting about the condition of my house.  However, on that particular afternoon I decided to deal with it by dressing up and going to someone else’s lovely home to take my blog pictures.  It’s that kind of thinking that gives me a sense of accomplishment.

-r.