Has anybody seen the floor recently?
If only there was a magic wand around here somewhere. One of the efficient models, wherein a wave takes care of the accumulation of a busy family in limited space. In simple terms, a “clean up your room” wand.
Faced with the possibility of visitors, we’ve had to accept that the house is long overdue for a blitz. Unfortunately, the other volunteers in my army are MIA, and I’m overwhelmed with the task at hand. Hercules, do you do house calls? The dog has withdrawn to her favourite chair and is practicing snore chants. The washing machine is barely ahead of the drying machine in the queue, and I need a plan.
I did fiddle with the vacuum cleaner hose (an alternative to the violin in the household sonata), but only because it was intermittant (like me). The problem won’t get solved until I throw some money into the equation; I suspect the hose is showing signs of advanced age (like me). I could take the approach of throwing stuff into the green and blue dumpsters, but my regret level would climb with every armload and eventually my good sense would overpower my neat sense, leading to shutdown.
Better that I focus on one room at a time, and perhaps before I’m distracted by something else I’ll set up a beachhead against the enemy. Or as Pogo wrote, “the enemy is us”. If there is generalized disorder in the house, I can look to the scientific explanation (something about the Laws of Thermodynamics).
Face it, we’re no better than our kids. The rooms won’t “get neat” until they need to.
