I love a clean house, I hate cleaning. Loathe it. But I happen to live with a piglet. Not my tiny furry porker of a dog, but the pet giant who has a habit of leaving things around the apartment without realizing it. We've been hitched for nearly two years and I've tried to work on the whole "There's a place for everything, so lets put everything in it's place" bit... but so far I'm just proud that I've got him putting his dirty dishes in the kitchen. But I digress. He was gone this evening, so cleaning was left up to me and I needed to set the mood. I decided the best way to approach this was to bust out a '90s concert in this place. In the bathroom, I was Britney Spears, throwing my hair around while I sang. In the office, I was the Spice Girls, complete with the British accent. In the family room, I created stellar dance moves for my dog's entertainment to Back Street Boys... okay, my dog looked scared and snuggled deeper into the couch cushions, but I found it entertaining and before I knew it, the apartment was clean. I didn't realize what I was doing, because I tricked myself with the perfect music.
I think I was in the mood for old school music because earlier this evening, I was driving around when "I Swear" by All-4-One came on and I was suddenly back in middle school. Random memories of teachers, classes, friends, and silly crushes went through my mind, just because of this song, but the strangest thing of all was... I don't remember the last time I heard this song, but I knew every word and every beat. So there I was, in the middle of Coralville at a stoplight, jamming to the song by myself. I looked up at one point and noticed a man looking at me with an envious, "I'll have what she's having" look (at least, I like to think it was envious), and I continued jamming. Then I was just breaking it down at one of my favorite parts when I looked in my rearview mirror and saw a car quickly approaching. First, I felt flattered, because, you know, maybe he was driving so fast because he wanted to watch me throw it down at the best part. Then I realized that the light was now green. I don't know how long it had been green... I was too busy kickin' it old school for my imaginary audience to care. So I hurried up and put the pedal to the metal and acted all nonchalant...
... as if we all don't jam in our car when we're alone.
2 comments:
I love this! I should definitely use that idea next time I need to clean the whole house...each room has a theme. Awesome!
I just had to procrastinate lawing it down to come and read your blog. i think the only prescription for your problem is to have kevin and mike live together for a few months. i used to have a severe leaving-stuff-on-the-floor problem before i started living with mike. then, his Tidy Tina-ness rubbed off on me and now i am a total neatfreak. i still occassionally leave, say, some mail on the counter *GASP* or clothes on the couch for a couple days, but it's nothing like it used to be, and i cannot survive without giving the apartment at least 2 major cleaning sessions per week.
so that's that. kevin will move in with mike in Mt. Pee for three months and my children and I will come to live with you in coralville. let's start tomorrow!
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