Tags: housecleaning

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Hapless Homemakers

One of the great things about having an awesome roommate is that you manage to complement each other.

For example, when it comes to cleaning the kitchen. Now, kitchens-- especially for female-type people-- can be kind of... fraught. I mean, you have generations of homemakers and socio-cultural "cleanliness is next to goodliness is next to your moral worth as a human being" and so on and so forth. Also? Dirty kitchens tend to smell funky.

Now, my kitchen-cleaning pattern is to do a bit at a time. Reheating lunch? Unload the dishwasher. Passing by? Bag the recycling. It's a nice way to take a break, and it serves the neat psychological function of making me feel a little more in control of my corner of the universe ("I may have a to-do list that stretches from here to Vancouver, and my prospects for permanent employment may not be visible to the naked eye, but MY COUNTERS SMELL LEMONY FRESH, DARN IT!").

d_ragondaughter: And you also use cleaning the kitchen as a way to avoid doing actual items from that to-do list.

Me: *sigh* And I also use cleaning the kitchen as a way to avoid doing actual items from that to-do list.

d_ragondaughter: That one time, you spent an entire afternoon making lists of what belonged in each cupboard, and taping them up to the inside of the drawers instead of...

Me: Yesfinenotthepoint.

Anyway. Moving on. d_ragondaughter has an entirely different approach. She tends to leave things be, let them pile up a bit, kind of lull them into a false sense of security, and then, without warning, DESCEND UPON THEM FROM ON HIGH WITH A RIGHTEOUS CLEANSING FURY.

(I stay out of the way for that part)

Generally speaking, this all works out. Except, of course, when one of us is either a) out of town (which makes the other one tend to just throw food together and not really pay much attention to it) or b) sick (which just throws everything off).

Last week? We had both. And the start of the semester (which really should be item c on the list, frankly). Finally, however, there was actually time today to get everything finished, get some re-arranging taken care of, and take a deep breath at the sight of a cleaned kitchen.

Needless to day, dinner tonight was leftovers, heated in the microwave, on the plates it was served on.
greeting, worm

Musings

*wonders how much the roommate would kill me if I came home with a cuckoo clock*


(a musical cuckoo clock)



(with a cuckoo that, erm, tends to think it is Always Twelve O'Clock Somewhere)