Washing my time away…

Just a brief rant…

I don’t like washing up at the best of times. I do it though. I have to because I like to cook and I need a clean, uncluttered work space if I am to do it properly without getting too stressed. Same thing applies to almost every aspect of my life. I cannot and will not live in a pigsty.

Now I appreciate that Jems was brought up on a farm and that her mother lives in what can tentatively be referred to as organised chaos. The thing is, Jem has started to display similar habits. A little clutter here, a little clutter there. It struck me only this morning that when it comes to clutter and mess in a home where more than one person lives, you can only ever see their clutter and rubbish. You can never see your own. This is because when it comes to your stuff, its your stuff and you most likely put it there. This negates it being rubbish and clutter as you have placed whatever in that specific place because.. well because you can.

So I see only her rubbish, and she sees only mine. Makes me laugh really.

On final thing before I dissappear off and build my log cabin.. Why do women need to use twenty glasses for their drinking water and place them all over the house? I use one cup for my tea in a single day. I went to do the washing up earlier and couldn’t get near the sink because I had to dismantle the glass ‘building’ in front of it. This makes me cry.

Anyway, rant over.


One response to “Washing my time away…

  1. Your having a laugh, right? Since when did you turn into the Tidying Up and Clearing Away fairy?

    Valuable life lesson learned, though. When it’s your own place, your personal space, your pride and joy, you take a big interest in keeping it ‘right’. If it’s someone else’s responsibility, well, who gives a fuck if you can’t see the floor for beer cans?

    And you’re spot on about ‘yours and mine’ clutter. I like to live in unorganised chaos in my computer room, but I hate to see the rest of the house in a mess. And if I put something down in a specific place, then I know where it is…..I get very narked if it gets moved and thus cant find it.

    But what do I know?


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