Scary Tear
the adorable one and i have been on one heckuva cleaning, organizing, and tossing out tear. it started yesterday when we got home from breakfast. for whatever reason, we decided to clean out the closet in our living room, which previously served as a surrogate for the space underneath the bed. besides the usual number of jackets (winter, windbreakers, etc.), it had a plethora of games, wedding paraphernalia from almost three years ago, knick-knacks (candles, wrapping paper, gift bags, etc.), our picnic basket, etc.--just stuff that we had accumulated in the time since we moved in.
the adorable one, being the workhorse of the family, pulled everything out, while i sorted through everything--determining what we would keep, what would get tossed, etc. and all the things that we're keeping, were neatly replaced in an organized manner. to the point that we didn't recognize our previously overly-cluttered closet.
perhaps this first wave of energy and attention to neatness infiltrated our sleeping hours as after breakfast this morning, we started in on the kitchen cabinets above the counter. when that task was done, we tackled the adorable one's closet. then it was the microwave cart's turn, as we had a bevy of stacked recipes to sift through.
now, this probably doesn't sound like anything major. except if you knew us, you would find it quite surprising. now, we're not horribly dirty, messy, or slobby people. we've done a great job reducing our clutter and have made strides to keep the house more picked up. but on the whole, we hate cleaning. a lot. although we do it quite well, it's not on our list of fun stuff to do.
making it tougher is that most days we come home pretty whipped. and not from manual labor or trekking far distances or anything physically related. no, when we come home, we're mentally zonked. we have good stable jobs with good stable companies. and while we're both very good at what we do, it's not our life passion. if we could pursue what we want to do, the adorable one would be a psychologist with his own practice. and i would be in the marketing department of a movie studio. us living in california, coming home around 7:00 p.m., having dinner with a good, red bottle of wine. talking about our day. being able to see the ocean from our house. to me, that would be bliss.
the reality is that we live in the midwest, doing jobs that pay decently enough and for the most part keep us busy during the day. the problem is that we are not fulfilled in the way that we have witnessed in others. we know a couple of chefs that absolutely, without question, love their jobs. it's not really even a job to them.
and i think we both have to put up with people that make our jobs tougher. everyone does, otherwise it wouldn't be work. show me one person that loves everyone they work with and i'll recant. in addition, we have to perform a lot of work that, well, if it was up to us, we would delegate to others as we don't particularly enjoy it. again, this is part of work.
which is why, when we get home, the only thing we are thinking about is taking it easy, relaxing, and praying that dinner is somehow magically appear. it's not that we don't like to cook--we just wish we had a food replicator like they do on "star trek." since that is not reality, we take turns cooking or cook together.
but the cleaning, scrubbing, dusting, organizing--well, we usually have to be inspired. and motivated. and full of energy. which hasn't been the case in the past. in the past we let things pile up. not dirty dishes, mind you. or bills. or inches of dust. no, we put off things like cleaning out cabinets, closets, etc.
which is why this attack on the places that have previously been undisturbed is so unlike us. quite very scary indeed.
the adorable one, being the workhorse of the family, pulled everything out, while i sorted through everything--determining what we would keep, what would get tossed, etc. and all the things that we're keeping, were neatly replaced in an organized manner. to the point that we didn't recognize our previously overly-cluttered closet.
perhaps this first wave of energy and attention to neatness infiltrated our sleeping hours as after breakfast this morning, we started in on the kitchen cabinets above the counter. when that task was done, we tackled the adorable one's closet. then it was the microwave cart's turn, as we had a bevy of stacked recipes to sift through.
now, this probably doesn't sound like anything major. except if you knew us, you would find it quite surprising. now, we're not horribly dirty, messy, or slobby people. we've done a great job reducing our clutter and have made strides to keep the house more picked up. but on the whole, we hate cleaning. a lot. although we do it quite well, it's not on our list of fun stuff to do.
making it tougher is that most days we come home pretty whipped. and not from manual labor or trekking far distances or anything physically related. no, when we come home, we're mentally zonked. we have good stable jobs with good stable companies. and while we're both very good at what we do, it's not our life passion. if we could pursue what we want to do, the adorable one would be a psychologist with his own practice. and i would be in the marketing department of a movie studio. us living in california, coming home around 7:00 p.m., having dinner with a good, red bottle of wine. talking about our day. being able to see the ocean from our house. to me, that would be bliss.
the reality is that we live in the midwest, doing jobs that pay decently enough and for the most part keep us busy during the day. the problem is that we are not fulfilled in the way that we have witnessed in others. we know a couple of chefs that absolutely, without question, love their jobs. it's not really even a job to them.
and i think we both have to put up with people that make our jobs tougher. everyone does, otherwise it wouldn't be work. show me one person that loves everyone they work with and i'll recant. in addition, we have to perform a lot of work that, well, if it was up to us, we would delegate to others as we don't particularly enjoy it. again, this is part of work.
which is why, when we get home, the only thing we are thinking about is taking it easy, relaxing, and praying that dinner is somehow magically appear. it's not that we don't like to cook--we just wish we had a food replicator like they do on "star trek." since that is not reality, we take turns cooking or cook together.
but the cleaning, scrubbing, dusting, organizing--well, we usually have to be inspired. and motivated. and full of energy. which hasn't been the case in the past. in the past we let things pile up. not dirty dishes, mind you. or bills. or inches of dust. no, we put off things like cleaning out cabinets, closets, etc.
which is why this attack on the places that have previously been undisturbed is so unlike us. quite very scary indeed.
posted by the princess at 1/14/2007
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