tea berry-blue (teaberryblue) wrote,
tea berry-blue

My candle burns at both ends.

It is nearly 6 am.

Why is Tea still up?

My apartment is well and truly clean for the first time since I moved in. It took me two full days of cleaning and shopping for cleaning things and hooks and screws to hang things. Well, one and a half, since I didn't clean till yesterday evening. Today, I cleaned from the minute I got up till now, only breaking for two hours to watch TV and make the hat of the day (pastel pink and blue) and an hour to get my hair cut.

I have this method to cleaning. I start at one side of my room/apartment, and move in the direction of the opposing side. Anything I can put away easily in the area I start in gets put away, anything alse gets shifted to the next section. Since I've moved in, I've started this process several times, always starting with the bathroom. My apartment layout is bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, living space. I have cleaned my bathroom tip to toe several times. I have never managed to get more than a third of the way through the bedroom. Today, I finally got to the other end of the living space.

It didn't help that I was never well and truly unpacked. I still have some odds and ends that really need better homes, and a set of dishes in boxes that I will send home with my parents at some point, and plastic moving bins that are empty and sitting on my kitchen floor. I have a magnificent mountain of shoes that need a place to go, but I think I've figured out how to turn my defunct fireplace into a shoe rack, so that is tomorrow's task (whee). But I am as unpacked as I can be. I have one set of shelves waiting to be put together, that somehow came without the little doodads from Ikea, but I called yesterday and they are mailing me the doodads. And I have a few more pictures and such to hang. But all and all, this is not only the cleanest this apartment has been, it's probably the cleanest and most organized I've been since I moved out of my parents' house.

I am terrible at cleaning. Some people are bad at math or languages or rocket science or baseball. I am bad at cleaning. My super sparkling apartment probably looks to some of you guys the way your habitats look when you're at your wits' end with the messiness of it all and must do something right, right away. But this is an amazing coup for me. The next challenge? Keeping it this way. There are still dishes in the sink and a refrigerator with some old leftovers waiting to be cleaned out-- more tasks for tomorrow-- but man, I am so proud. And sleepy. I have a feeling if I weren't delirious with sleep deprivation, I wouldn't be writing such a long post about cleaning.

But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends, I can see the fucking floor.
Tags: cleaning, housing, life
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