Look at the beautiful sunlight streaming through my kitchen window:
Now look closer at the beautiful sunlight streaming through my kitchen window:
No amount of cleaning seems to help. I wipe off the nose prints and they return, tenfold, within about 10 minutes. It is futile.
I sweep the floor. Then Sam thinks about the floor from 6 blocks away. The floor is covered in fur.
I change the sheets on the bed. Then we fart. And even if it doesn't really make the sheets "unclean", I know they've been farted in and I can no longer think of them as fresh. They are sullied.
I vacuum the basement. Sam chews his bone on the carpet so it's like walking on a beach in there. But without the relaxing and waves and sunshine. Just the stepping on bits of bone and crushed grit.
I dust, and three months later, I have to dust again!
There are always tiny bits of lettuce in the sink.
Should I just give up and go to a "How Clean is Your House" extreme?
If you need me I'm hiding under the pile of unfolded sheets.
I sweep the floor. Then Sam thinks about the floor from 6 blocks away. The floor is covered in fur.
I change the sheets on the bed. Then we fart. And even if it doesn't really make the sheets "unclean", I know they've been farted in and I can no longer think of them as fresh. They are sullied.
I vacuum the basement. Sam chews his bone on the carpet so it's like walking on a beach in there. But without the relaxing and waves and sunshine. Just the stepping on bits of bone and crushed grit.
I dust, and three months later, I have to dust again!
There are always tiny bits of lettuce in the sink.
Should I just give up and go to a "How Clean is Your House" extreme?
If you need me I'm hiding under the pile of unfolded sheets.
