In the past 24 hours, I have baked cookies, vacuumed my stairs, and purchased a battery-operated mop. I hung new bathroom curtains. I framed and hung family photographs. I have soy milk and whole wheat flour in my kitchen. I also have fresh brussels sprouts, two kinds of bell pepper, and tahini. I have a feather duster.
These revelations may shock and astound my parents, who know me as the girl who started cleaning her room by pulling her books out of her shelves to alphabetize them, and never got much further.
Judging by my overall neatness curve from the time I was born until today, I figure that by the time I'm 50, I'll be the next coming of Martha freakin' Stewart. Except without that whole temper issue. And the stocks.
My kitchen is: Can't you just guess? The floor is still wet from my battery-operated mop!
Posted by andrea at March 31, 2003 08:42 PMI remember one visit where you were soooo organized. Layed out your clothes, everything in its place but by the end of the visit you were completely messy. While I like things clean and will do the work I let the kids sluff off. I feel some guilt about that.
Posted by: David Fisher on April 9, 2003 09:37 PM