Someday, I may come to regret this post.
But I feel the need to get this out in the open. And if I can’t confess my deepest, darkest flaws on the Internet, what can I do?
So today, I am clearing the air. I’m letting you know that things are not always happy and free here at The Nerd household.
In fact, things are often quite *cluttered.*
Yes, that pile o’ junk up there is an actual corner in our living room.
No, not the room where we sometimes entertain guests. The room where we sit on the couch each night and watch TV and spend time as a family. That room.
I may be a lot of things, and this blog can attest to them all.
But one thing I most definitely am not: A good housewife.
I would rather shove bamboo splinters under my fingernails than do the laundry.
And, so, our hampers look like this:
I would rather pluck each hair out of my head one-by-one than do the dishes.
So, here’s our kitchen sink:
In case you’re wondering, a love of cooking and hate of washing dishes is not a good combination.
The counters are obscured by mail and odds and ends.
A lot of the clutter is supplies for my job.
I have an “office” in our house. A room all to my own
But it is not very air conditioned, and with this unseasonably warm weather we’ve been having lately, I can’t bring myself to sit in there and sweat.I mean, it’s October for Pete’s sake!
So blame the weather, not me.
But the clutter has been weighing on me lately.
I’m at the point where I just can’t take it anymore.
And there’s really not a lot I can do at this point in time.
I have a full-time job that keeps me busy from morning to evening every weekday.
I squeeze in reading and blogging in any free time I have.
And the weekends? Ha! I don’t have a free weekend from now until December.Seriously.
So, yesterday, I did something I never in my life thought I would do:
I hired a maid.
That’s right! The Nerd household now has contracted house-cleaning services to help us de-clutter!
Now, I need to clean the house so that it can be cleaned.
Does that make any sense at all?
I’m so embarrassed about its current condition that I don’t think I could handle a stranger coming in and judging me.
Oh, wait. I just wrote a blog post detailing the mess, with photos and everything.Guess I should have thought this through…
And so, the cleansing begins.
In the meantime, I’m going to try my best not to add anything to the clutter.
I promise I’ve learned my lesson!
No, those are not *my* shoes freshly off my feet from a long day’s work and laying in the middle of the floor.Why do you ask?