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  • 27 February 2006
    On exhaustion and endless cleaning
    5 pathogens detected
    Sometimes it seems as though my house is mocking me. Four days ago, Matt and I cleaned the kitchen, dining room, living room and bathroom. Dishes were done, counters were wiped, toilets were scrubbed, and floors were vacuumed. The front 1/2 of our apartment was shining in tidy splendor.

    Yesterday, I drove our houseguest back to Missoula, then turned directly around and drove back to Spokane. About 8 hours total driving. It would have been a little less, but there was a big wreck near Lookout Pass and they closed the highway for awhile.

    When I arrived home, I was assaulted by our kitchen, which was filled with trash, dishes, and more trash. Dirty dishes were piled in the living room and dining room. In addition, the dining room was once again filled with clutter and garbage. In four days, three people had turned a clean house into a very dirty one.

    I was reminded of these lyrics:
    "She'll hang the baskets on the wall
    Don't you know I've seen it all before?
    She'll hang the baskets on the wall
    But I've seen it all before heard the slamming of the door
    Come summer
    come fall
    come winter
    There'll be baskets on the floor"

    Why doesn't somebody invent a cleaning system where things don't get dirty again? Seriously, we can walk on the moon but we can't keep our apartments clean? It isn't THAT big of a space.

    Maybe I just need to become a houusewife of the universe. All I need to do is cook, clean, take care of kids, and unpack weighty and frustrating legislation with ease. Not too hard, right? But first, I need to learn how to make angel food cake with strawberries and whipped cream when strawberries aren't in season.

    P.S. I got my last rejection letter today. Looks like the choices are Edinburgh and Glasgow. I'm leaning toward Edinburgh, though Ellyn pointed out that there is a pub in Glasgow that has 40 beers on tap. I'm just saying.