Ever had a “fuck this” type feeling? You know, the one that goes along with “enough all ready”. While I’m not the cleanest, I do have some standards. I actually don’t like dirty. It pisses me off but I tend to live around mess any way. Well this weekend, my dad came down to visit, so I took about 30 minutes to pick up some cloths, papers and so forth. Place looked pretty clean (aside from the grime tracked in from out side). My dad and aunt dropped off some pillows and such. Then they say my brothers room… And this probably needs a new paragraph or five….
So, to start, my brother is worse than I am with messes and I don’t think it annoys him as much and it annoys me. His room is bad. Trying to think how on earth I can describe this. Ok he smokes, and while he’s pretty good about keeping this out side, there’s still an amount noticeable on his desk. There’s food, cans, dishes, and left overs on his desk as well. He’s got 2 rats and the bedding is all over the floor. I didn’t bother to look in the bath room, mainly for fear that I’ll get some kind of new undiscovered disease, and frankly, I don’t want one named after me.
After about 20 minuets, my dad had all the clothing in the wash, another 2o minutes and all the dishes were out. 10 minuets all the shit was off the floor and he was able to vacuum. Then the belt broke, seems my dad missed something. Well a trip to Target and Burger King later we had a new belt, some toilet tablets, bleach, a new belt, some carpet foam, and lunch and we were cleaning again, well my dad was any way. Though I asked him if he felt obligated to clean my brother mess up, I sure as hell didn’t and didn’t feel too bad about not helping. No wait, I did try that carpet foam… Worked pretty well. It was able to break up some big stains. You can still see them, but a carpet cleaner rental thing should help even more.
I guess that was the start. After that, I just kept cleaning. I was able to get a lot of shit cleaned, and it’s really starting to show. I then started to work on my room. I picked up all my clothing, picked up up my soda cans, which was enough to literally brighten up my room. It looks bigger, more space, more open. I like that. I don’t feel as confined. I’ve still got a few boxes I need to take to the trash. Boxes my pc sound system cam in. I’ve still got some wires to clean up. I tend to collect computer parts… what can I say, I work in IT. N’other hour or so and my room would be acceptable, not par, but acceptable.
I was hoping to relax this weekend, but yet again, shit comes up. Might put in for a 5 day weekend at the end of the month, which I rarely do. I hate taking PTO because there’s always something or someone at work that needs attention.
All work and no play my friend, all work – no play.
