Yesterday I got inspired - tidied up the piles of papers in the living room, wiped down the stove, scrubbed out the toilet - basically, ended up pretty impressed with myself.
I even cut a rag, dampened it, and dusted surfaces. Gold star.
And this morning, sitting down, I looked across at a few of those surfaces, expecting to feel proud of myself, allergy-free, and Martha Stewart-y.
Instead, I saw dust.
Most thankless of tasks, most constantly necessary, why do you taunt me?
And how does the boyfriend's mother keep everything immaculate?
-Posted by Jilly
Thursday, November 19, 2009
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