I promise complete honesty here.
Sometimes that complete honesty means telling you that I purposely didn’t show the still-cluttered area just outside the photo of the newly-decluttered one.
Sometimes it means posts like this one.
I’ve made it clear that I didn’t do very well over the summer at consistently doing my weekly cleaning tasks. But for the last three weeks, I’ve said that I “cleaned the bathrooms.”
Which WAS true. Really. It was.
Because I have two and a half bathrooms. So if I clean one and a half of them, that means I can say “bathroomS”, right?
And I wasn’t even intentionally telling a partial truth. In my mind, I HAD cleaned the bathrooms. The bathrooms that people can see.
As long as you don’t count those of us who actually live here as people.
It’s that truth-as-my-slob-brain-grasps-it thing. This blog has brought that kind of truth and truth-based-in-reality much closer together, but sometimes there’s still a gap.
I’m pretty sure that I did wipe down the potty in the master bathroom on those days, and that seemed like enough to count, since I couldn’t possibly be expected to actually clean it thoroughly. That would just take too much time for a normal bathroom cleaning day.
But today, partly motivated by the fact that some (obviously very close) friends are coming over Friday to help me work in the master bedroom, I saw how bad it was and decided to clean it.
Like, for real.
It didn’t take as long as I had imagined. The difference is amazing. It felt good to throw away the already-read-them-a-thousand-times magazines. How is an address book from my time working at a summer camp in the 90s in here? Why in the world do I not put away the haircutting stuff right away because it’s almost time for another round and I’ll just have to get it back out . . .?
And blah, blah, blah, and yada, yada, yada. All the normal why-do-I-put-these-things-off-and-let-it-get-so-bad stuff.
So please forgive my lack of complete honesty. It wasn’t intentional.