I know this seems very strange, but I am quite happy that my bathroom is clean. I find that when my life seems to be spinning out of control it is the mundane things that get neglected and a dirty bathroom is nearly ungodly. Fortunately, I get into cleaning mode quickly. My room is next and I would continue through the entire house except that it is now 9:30ish and I want to go to bed in the next hour. Cleaning my bathroom gives me a definable sense of accomplishment. It takes rather little energy and I can do it. There are things that I can't do tonight-figure out my "career", start and finish my taxes, navigate the relational landmines that I fear will explode, figure out how to make my dad happy or engage with me on a healthy relational level (or all of the dad substitutes), etc. But, I can clean my bathroom. It's done.
I'm sure that in the next few days my energy will run out and I will be very grateful that I cleaned my bathroom tonight. Then I will have to rely on my friends a bit to cheer my up or just watch silly movies with me (Hitch, anyone?)!
But, for tonight, the bathroom is done. Maybe I can get the bedroom reasonably in order next. I need a house, I have too much stuff for one bedroom and the various boxes around my house!
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An unclean bathroom is ungodly! Strong word! But I totally understand being happy about a clean bathroom. I won't go into my feelings about boys bathrooms and the state they are often in... If you're ever curious, ask me about Tyler and Mr. Henry's bathroom, that is forever sealed in my memory... But after cleaning my room (and I mean _cleaning_ my room) I came into it and felt so good, so happy. I'd never felt so good about my clean room before. Like it had room for my soul now too, and not just my body.
Shhhh, don't talk so loud about bathrooms ok.
Now that that's settled :) I need to get out of work and DT early enough to clean my apt. I'll never have guests over if I don't.
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