In Germany, Sundays are the deadest of dead. I'd accidentally left my watch alarm on, and so was awake at 7am. Damn.
I wasn't in the mood for contemplation, reading or otherwise, and the house was beckoning me. CLEAN ME. I really didn't want to. But I made myself. I knew I'd feel better if I did. I seriously hate cleaning (except for vacuuming which has a pleasurable sound and obvious results). Usually I clean while on the phone so I don't notice I'm doing it, but lately, I've been so laid back that I lay on the kitchen floor while on the phone. Or languish on the couch. Rather than multitasking. This may be a positive argument for multitasking. The unfortunate fact is that I don't like having a dirty house or giant mess, or maybe I should say that it's fortunate, otherwise I'd be living in a giant pigsty bachelors' pad, content to dig clothes out of the dirty pile and wear shoes indoors always. (Not a fan of crap under my feet.)
So I got to work. Even washed all the floors and cleaned the toilet with putrid-smelling vinegar (trying out 'natural' methods). Sick. I think I'd hire a housekeeper, but if I did that in Germany, I'd probably be shot for laziness.
Laundry procrastination = Self Jail in Basement, since each load takes TWO hours. The Evil Dishwasher redistributes and heat-glues all the food onto all the dishes, so I handwashed them afterward. The Germans are good at cars, horrid at appliances. The Damn Garage Door Opener was acting up again. It was supposed to be a new one. I took it apart and saw that part of it had been *hot-glued* together. So that part fell off. I think it was made in 1989. Why cannot I just buy a new one? Since I fixed it myself this time, does that mean that I'm becoming more German?
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I was ready for high drama. Maybe even a bit of tragedy. All I got was dirty dishes, a pile of laundry and crumbs on the floor. Bah. ;)
Seems like you manage to make high drama easily - you should be a screenwriter in your next adventure! With no pets and one lovely girl living there how does it get to that level of messiness???? Hehehehehe!
You could hire me to be your live in housekeeper. I would only charge you $70,000 a year. You could eat off the floors. I think I have cleaning OCD. I can't stop! I try not to clean, but cannot do other things if my house is gross. Wielding power tools this month, aka belt sander and circular saw. When sick of sanding, I take a "break" to clean the house. HELP!!! Oatie just about missed the couch now trying to jump up here. I'm sure he's coming to belch in my face post gluttony. I think I'm going to become a dominatrix now.
PS. I have clean laundry that's been in my dryer for 2 weeks. That's the only cleaning I hate...laundry. I have to venture down there tonight though as I have no uniforms left for work tomorrow and I think they'd be upset if I showed up naked.
Next time, I'll try to throw some blood in there...
Thanks, Carrie... I think they should have split the genes up a little better between us... I'd do all your laundry if I had my old fancy machines that you have now... :) Hehh. I prob like vacuuming bc all those years of mom telling me how "good" I was at it. That sneaky lady!
And, ya DV, I have a little streak of over-dramatic tendencies. I could prob write some insane screenplays. I might get hauled away! Would y'all visit me if I were wearing a straight jacket?
Talked to a previous Germany resident today in the car and they said when they lived in Germany they always had a cleaning lady b/c they were so cheap!
so there - it is an okay thing - just tell people you are doing it for altruistic reasons.
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