Today, in preparation for our upcoming move (location TBA soon, I hope!) I took the first step on the road to packing. I began the purging! The process is almost cathartic. I feel better organized, better prepared for a new start and somewhat released from the enormous weight of the many things we own. Today I purged about a dozen towels from the linen closet and yet we still have enough towels to bathe and dry the population of a small country. Apparently when we got married our guests were under the impression that we were planning to populate (and regularly bathe) an entire country by ourselves. We own A LOT of towels. But a few less now! Yay!
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Starting tomorrow our parents will be arriving for the husband’s grad (in TWO DAYS!!! WOOHOO!!!). So I figured it would be a good time to remove eight inches of grime that covers every surface in my home tidy up. The state of my fridge has been niggling at me lately and since I don’t want the grandparents to freak out when they see the creatures crawling out of the fridge to chew on their precious grandbabies toes.
So the fridge and freezer got a good scrubbing this morning. Even though I’m going to have to do it again in a few weeks when we move out of this place. Because I am conscientious that way. BWAHAHA!!! Not really. But I am too proud to let my mother see the filth we live in every day.
When I finished, I stepped back in pride and closed the fridge door. And then all my hard work was hidden! What a let down! Cleaning my fridge is the square footage equivalent of cleaning the entire bathroom from top to bottom and yet the effect is the same as scrubbing the insides of my garbage cans until they sparkle. Except that for the whole keeping fresh food in the fridge thing. But it is so depressing to do all that work and then close the door so no one can see how hard you worked. Because I sure as hell don’t clean for the satisfaction of a job well done and a clean and healthy living environment. I want praise, dammit! I want my family to stand in a row and applaud me for my efforts!
But, since that won’t be happening any time soon, guess I’ll just stick with cleaning it when the mold starts complaining about the shoddy living quarters.
