Part of the problem is that tidying up is totally not interesting. Oh, sure, you feel good once you've done it, or it's cathartic to purge things, but on the whole, you're just going through piles of shit that you have accumulated, which is not an interesting task, particularly if you're efficient about it, which you really should be otherwise you never finish.
But so anyway, as a kid, "cleaning my room" was always this horrifying endeavor, one that I had difficulty ever actually completing because I would become distracted. I would, for example:
- fall asleep.
- begin reading an old book that I found in my efforts.
- play with old toys.
I am a 34-year-old woman, and I've already done two of the three over the past two days. Seriously, I just woke up from a 4-hour long impromptu sleep. Sigh.
In other news, I might not have bought enough bins, if certain people who live in this house plan on storing themselves within them.
3 comments:
Mr Stripey needs one too!
I'm the same way about cleaning. I still pick up books and forget to finish the tidying up that I was suppose to do.
Mr Man-Kitty needs a roomier bin! Pref one lined with something warm and fuzzy, for optimal napping goodness...
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