clean my apartment

I realized yesterday that it was really unfair of me to foist the bathroom off on my husband and not tell him how particular I am about the word “clean”—he’s never been taught! He’s the youngest prince in an Italian family!

So I spent two hours yesterday in there. I tossed the old, yucky bath mats. I cleaned out EVERYTHING and threw out three garbage bags worth of useless shit. I cleaned the tub, the toilet, the shower…. and I realized how little attention to detail DH has. But now, the place is spotless. I took him through it, so now all he has to do is maintain while I go bulldoze another area :)

Oddly enough, the knowledge that I’ve gained another three pounds has kicked my butt in most areas of my laziness. I started making a list this morning of food and behavior changes that need to be made if I’m going to lose weight and then, for reasons I can’t define, I went and picked up half the living room. I reorganized the little cabinet by the TV that holds all the PS2 games, I picked up the garbage, I cleaned out all the leftover shopping bags, and I picked up the couch. And it’s not even noon!

I feel good. Time to get to work on something else.

It’s really hard to clean the apartment when I’m the ONLY one doing it. Why is it, when I’m sick and don’t feel well enough to clean, that my husband thinks its slacking time? Goddess forbid HE pick up my slack for once in his godsforsaken life, right? Now the apartment is a mess, my husband is grumpy because I actually want his help....

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