Life is messy, sometimes too messy.
… at my house.
The mop and brrrroom have not appeared recently, except for the one I ride, but it’s special. The vacuum snuck out of the closet for a brief tour around the living room, down the hall, and into the kitchen where it sucked up a potato chip, coughed once, and retreated again to the closet.
That is where it will likely remain until time for another Spring cleaning. Indeed, I have no intention of taking it out for a walk.
Now you may wonder how I could possible live in a house with two men and three dogs. Let’s face it, men are nasty creature. Their toilet aim is worse than my aim with a bat. The seat is never down. That one nasty habit has caused me innumerable wee-hour-of-the-morning ass dunkings. They can’t seem to locate a sponge, or paper towel, or dishcloth to clean up the crumbs on the counter. Dirty socks and muddy shoes accumulate at the door and laundry is shoved in the corner of the bathroom. And that’s just the beginning! Dogs….well dogs are dogs and they like to roll in dead stuff, the stinkier the better. They shed their hair too. I believe a myth has been perpetrated on us in regard to dog hair. That shedding thing is NOT seasonal. Just ask Peanut.
So, how do I tolerate this hellish living environment? I carve out large spaces of messiness that are mine and mine alone. Take my desk. You won’t find a man anywhere near the paper, books, crafts-in-progress, knitting on needles, plastic bags of yarn and such, an adding machine, a printer or three, a growing collection of pens, pencils, and markers, bills to be paid and three air plants from the bromeliad family, books, reference manuals, a used coffee cup, a bottle of sugar-free syrup, several kinds of glue and tape, measuring implements, a laptop, one hat, a few pieces of jewelry, my piggy bank (an old peanut jar), a statue I once gifted to daddy, my froggy bookends, a couple of cd’s, magazines, empty soda can, the carriage to my knitting machine, two lamps, four boxes and a basket of supplies, and, of course, odds and ends pinned to my pinboard, as well as a screwdriver set, and all the detritus one collects to staple, clip, band, and sort.
Oh, I forgot the bra, the calendar pad, two hot pads from the kitchen, the scarf, the coaster, mouse, and mouse pad and the rubber duck with the googly eyes.
It is beautiful, but you should see my craft room.
