In the midst of packing, moving, studying, writing, and having fun, I’m trying to keep things tidy. Mess is inevitable when co-existing in multiple places, one of which is sans kitchen, but I’d like to maintain some element of sanity. Bad habits are hard to break though. The “clean” gene that is supposed to magically develop with my adulthood is nowhere to be found. That’s not to say I don’t value being sanitary, having a presentable living space, or I don’t enjoy a good rock out cleaning session on a Saturday afternoon. However, the itch to shut a drawer left open or make a bed within thirty minutes of being awake is non-existent.
Sometimes I forget I’m not perfect.
I’m not the best at putting items back in their places. I don’t know why, but during my morning routine of trying on and taking off two to twenty items of clothing, rarely do they back it back on the hanger. Instead they lay on my bed, only to be moved to the floor, only to get mixed up with dirty clothes and then washed. I’m working on it- but it’s a vicious cycle.
This is an image of a hamper with Boyface’s shorts and shirt thrown directly in front of it. I should be used to it by now, yet every time I see this phenomena, I’m left gaping. It’s not as if there was no clothes basket in sight so the floor made sense. There’s not even a lid to deter him. Yet somehow I’m continually dumbstruck by how this simple accomplishment isn’t feasible for him.
That being said, I pick my battles. He’s great at loading the dishwasher and doesn’t mind carrying the laundry down to the laundry room, two of my least favorite chores. The laundry in front of the basket is more “shake-my-head” funny than anything else.
Are there chores you have a hard time with? Are there chores you can’t seem to get your loved one to understand?