It seems that I committed my life to table-wiping and clutter-busting somewhere back in the '90's. But here's the kicker- its never done. And even when it is done; is never stays done.
Therefore you actually, inevitably begin to question your sanity.
How would a contractor feel if he daily arrived on the construction site to see his labours of yesterday utterly dismantled? What about the teacher who cracks open page one of the math book every single day for years on end? Or an exterminator who gets called to the very same building every day to kill the very same invasion of rats and cockroaches?
Just had to get that off my chest. Among a myriad of repetitive, monotonous tasks that I repeat daily, hourly, endlessly- my top three are:
- The kitchen counter. Seen by most as "that horizontal plane where everything belongs- backpacks, misc papers, lego bits, cords, scissors, dvd's..etc."
- The entire entry room. Filled with coat hooks for the convenience of daycare patrons. Seen by family as an excellent place to store clothes, backpacks, lego pieces......
- The bathroom/laundry room. Need I say more?
Indulge me with your twilight zones, if you please. Please?