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.