Welcome to another Wednesday!
If you are checking in for the first time on a Wednesday, welcome! I chose this day of the week for my Hump Day Confessions series, where I will post something about myself that I want to ‘fess up to. I keep it light and humorous (or at least I think it is) to entertain you guys.
I encourage you to join in if you’d like! Leave a comment with a link-back to your post. I’d love to read it!
Hump Day Confession:
As parents, we teach our kids how to be responsible and dependable. We try to give them chores. Let them take care of business. Independent worker bees, trying to earn an allowance.
I’m a little irresponsible in that department. I don’t clean my room, as I should.
Somebody better take away my craft funds, and send me to my room.
I technically share the room with Big D. But for the sake of this post and the mess, I claim the entire thing.
I’m a girl, I have lots of things.
Shoes. Purses. Luggage and traveling bags. Belts. (Why so many? I don’t know.) Laundry. Miscellaneous items.
Big D is tired of getting out of bed in the middle of the night only to be assaulted by a rogue hair brush. Or taken out at the knees by laundry baskets. A Walgreens haul lying on the floor has been known to send him cursing and groping angrily for something to steady himself as he checks for a broken toe.
Why are those things there? It’s not that I don’t want to pick up.
I can’t find nor make time to get my crap together. Literally. I clean every other room in this house, just not the one that houses my things. It is the least visible so I get away with closing the door on the mess.
That’s what doors are for, right?
I never had this problem as a teen, when you’d think it would be most common. (Or at least I don’t think I did.) My floor was cleared. Bed was made…most of the time. My dresser was a neat and tidy working space. Shelves displayed my collectibles. And my closet was neat, with my clothes hung in rainbow order, then by type. No I am not kidding. (That didn’t last long, but hey! It looked pretty.)
I wish I could be sent to my room to clean it.
It just so happens that May 10th is “Clean Your Room” Day!!! I think that Big D would appreciate my public announcement even more if I acted on it. For the sake of our marriage.
No more tripping. No more toe stubbing. My dresser would be a clear organized working space. And I’d be able to find my bed.