Fake it til you make it!
October 4th, 2006
I’ve spent almost all my spare time over the last 2 days (not as much as I would like, as my spare time is disappearing faster than Superman flies, but still a lot of time) tidying and cleaning and reorganizing and shopping. Why, you ask?
Because my mom is coming out from California to see me. And I need to try and fool her into thinking I am a grown-up.
This is what I imagine I will say when she walks into my apartment: “Look mom, my floors have been vaccuumed! The shelves have been dusted! I have more than cheese and condiments in my fridge! I have VEGETABLES! And look at how the pillows are plumped on the couch! And my CDs are stacked neatly by genre! And I have no dirty laundry because I do laundry all the time!”
Tonight? I’ve saved the grossest for last - I have to clean the bathroom.  Once that’s done, I’ll be able to add, “Look, the bathroom is so clean you could DRINK the toilet water and EAT off the tub floor!”
It’s nice to know that other people save their cleaning right until the last minute too. I always do my best “spring cleaning” at the spring of the moment when someone announces they are coming over. I have no clue why I do it. I guess I’m just destined to either hire a maid or live like a pig.
Tell John to clean…hello!!!
You should bring your mom to my party. She’ll have a great time!
My problem is that I am NEAT, just dirty. So I keep things pretty orderly, but HATE breaking out the cleaning supplies. So I end up with organized stuff covered in dust.
I SO want a maid.
And John did help, so I only had to stay up until midnight.