40 Days Till 40 (Day 10)

...AND STILL CLEANING

Today has been relatively uneventful—well, that is, other than spending an hour on hold with the health insurance company, realizing that pink shirts don’t necessarily look good with pink hair and getting offered some freelance work. 

Oh yeah, and attempting to clean up the apartment.  Joy.

I tend to tidy the apartment while my daughter is at her father’s (as she is this week), generally because I a) prefer to spend time with her when she’s here and b) it’s just easier to do without her.  Sometimes, though, there just never seems to be enough time to take care of everything that needs to be done.  In reality, it is probably just my own malaise and avoidance that prevents me from completing the tasks.   

Unfortunately, this seems to be rubbing off on my daughter.  She told me the other day that she refuses to clean her room because she doesn’t mind living in a messy apartment.  This obviously is not quite what a mother wants to hear.  This also leads to many arguments about the necessities of putting away her toys when she is done playing with them and her clothes after they’ve been washed--if only so I don't have to climb over them when I tuck her into bed.  

Which means of course that I must lead by example (Damn!).  Although I do partake in various systematic purgings, I admit it is, and has always been, a constant battle with clutter.  Just today I threw out ten grocery bags full of ephemera.  Seriously, where does all this crap come from?!  I think it must multiply in the middle of the night.  Like gremlins, but without the water.

So here I am, almost 40, and I am STILL trying to figure out how to clean my room.  Man, it’d be so much easier if I were Mary Poppins.  I could snap and it’d be a game, my belongings marching into their rightful places.  Sigh. 

But no, I’ve got to do it the old fashioned way…and hire a maid.  Ha. 

And so, I'll keep working on it, I guess.

Until tomorrow, Lovelies….