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Don’t you love when a delivery person shows up with an unscheduled delivery, and you have to just let them into your crazy messy house and quickly try to shove enough stuff out of the way for them to set down the big heavy thing they’re delivering?
Especially when you’ve been gone all day, having left breakfast dishes in the sink and pajamas on the floor and books everywhere, because you were running late when you went out the door that morning?
And then after the delivery person leaves, you charge through the house straightening things and wiping things and collecting other things (which you would have done anyway) (well, probably) (okay, maybe not everything, but you surely would have tidied something) and an hour later your house is approaching presentable, and you think with satisfaction: ha! deliver something now—UPS, USPS, anyone!—I’m ready for anything! Even though you aren’t expecting any other deliveries, even though the day is over, even though the delivery person surely forgot about your cluttered living room the instant your front door shut?
Yeah, me too.
My house is such a cluttered disaster. How do we keep finding all these teeny, tiny things that end up having no home?
Oh, the joys of a secure apartment building! (Our packages sit downstairs until we’re good and ready to pick them up.)
Yep. Been there. Glad it’s not just me.
I definitely like to have some inspiration for cleaning!
All I can say is better the UPS guy than my mother. Not that she would pop in, drop a package, and pop out (although I’m sure she’d like to from time to time – okay, most of the time) but every time I walk into my bathrooms I think, oh it’s a good thing my mother isn’t coming today, or tomorrow, or next week. Because I really can’t say when I’ll get to sponging up that toothpaste and male-splattered urine.
And oh my god, self-realization, yes I live in total funk. At least I can close the door on the bathroom.
Love your blog. Love it!
Jen and I have bestowed unto you a lovely and marvelous blog award…
Come on by and check it out.
http://www.momalom.com/2009/05/i-grant-theea-lovely-award_13.html
Cheers, fabulous blogger, cheers! Cheers for making me think, harder than I usually can on most days, and for making me laugh…harder than I usually should on most days.
Sarah
Momalom.com
HAHA! This happens to me all the time. I am either wearing pajamas with something crusty from breakfast spilled down the front at 2pm OR the Purolator guy has to throw the package at the door to get me to open it because I have piled six months worth of recycling on the front step. And we live in a small town so it is ALWAYS the same Purolator guy. Yes, he remembers me. You are really funny by the way. Love the blog.
Uh, do you live in MY house? Dishes. Pajamas. BOOKS. And what Sarah said about our mom. Yep. I second that. All of it.
Thanks Sarah! And Claire! And, okay, everybody else too. Why not?
Jen, I totally do live in your house. I’m the one making all the mess and eating all your food. Mystery solved!
My mom lives close enough to stop by, which she does rarely without calling first. Presumably so I’ll have enough time to hide (er, uh, clean! I meant clean!) the funk before she gets here.