Cleaning and Sleeping

After the cleaning and organizing of the kitchen I was exhausted. Instead of being thrilled for having accomplished so much, I felt anxious that someone was going to mess it up. I went on patrol every hour on the hour and like a bullhorn would announce, “WHO LEFT THE PLATE ON THE TABLE!?”

The next morning I spent the day in my closet, looking for the floor and the source of the ants that have decided to hide out in there. Gay ants, hiding in my closet. I don’t have the heart to spray them. They are probably just trying to figure out how to get me to dress like a normal person.

Today was spent vacuuming, emptying the canister, vacuuming some more, emptying the canister. I have enough dog hair to create a few more dogs.

This post of course leads to the “I’m sorry, Mom” that she has been waiting for 20 years for.
1. Sorry mom for you having to ask me 5 times to do something.
2. Sorry mom for not doing it even after asking me 5 times.
3. Sorry for rolling my eyes when you would ask me 5 times.
4. Sorry for messing up everything you did and not noticing how well you cleaned all day while I was at school.
5. Sorry about complaining about the dog hair in your house.
6. Sorry…for waiting this long to say I’m sorry.

During all of this, I’m tired. I’m sure it has to do with the pain in my tooth. Who knows.

Anyway…still working on me, and not doing too shabby.