Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Okay everyone's getting a little reprieve today because it's the middle of the night and I'm on 10,000mgs of Vicodin, with the big day scant hours from now.
Before going under the knife, I:
-Folded all laundry.
-Cleaned the kitchen.
-Realized two Vicodins beat the shit out of one Vicodin.
-Ate cake batter ice cream and two red peppers for dinner.
-Hung all my fancy-ass clothes on the bag lady rack.
-Cleared counter so my flowers are front and center.
-Lay fresh, dry bath mats down.
-Wiped dining table.
I did not put my clean clothes away because I'm not so good with the standing, and I'm waiting on the junk drawer (it's a scare tactic). See how I'm human? I am going to have Quinn unload the dishwasher in the middle of the night so I can do what's in the sink. I will not come home to a cesspool kitchen, know what I mean?
-Basics, you can assume it from now on. If it's all you do on any given day, so be it.
-Wipe three walls with a Mr. Magic or whatever you have. Doors count too. Bleach works wonders on doors.
-Pick up 20 things off the floor.
-Find five things you do not use, and put them away for a swap or sale or to give away.
-Find five actually dirty spots, and clean them.
-Dust. Everywhere. Set a timer for ten minutes. Use a damp rag, not a feather duster. For tv screens, spray a little Windex on a paper towel and then wipe it down. This feels so good.
That's it. Anyone who gets all this done before I get home gets triple entry. Get your game on MMs!
PS-This is why it's a disorder: At 5:20am, when I ought to have been in the shower, I was bleaching the sinks, putting away my heap of clean clothes, dusting furiously high and low, folding every blanket in the house, shaking out throw rugs, wiping down mirrors, and blogging about it. My reward was a motherfucking cold-ass shower, because I also found just enough clothing for one more load, and washed it in warm. And now I'm sitting with my ride due in seconds, in a shirt and underwear because in my rampage I forgot to leave myself a pair of comfy pants. So, jeans or nothin', I'm going with nothin'. Later bitches!