My Messy Room

I am the most unclean person you’ve ever met.

I HATE cleaning. I think it’s the most horrible thing ever. Seriously, who wants to waste their time picking up crap off the ground and putting it away? At least if it’s on the ground, I can see it so I won’t lose it. The stuff I put on shelves and in my closest? It’ll be months before I remember where I put it.

Plus, I’m super busy. Like, some days, I don’t even have time for a nap. Trust me, those are the worst days. So when I do have free time, why would I want to waste it doing horrid things like cleaning the bathroom or wiping the dust off my night stand?

But, recently, my messiness got out of control. My roommate, who God bless her soul typically looks the other way as long as the door to my room is shut so she cannot sense the mess, told me it was time to clean my room. Or actually, she demanded it: “Maggie. Clean your room. It’s gross.”

So, starting early this morning, I began the trek through the room. At first, it was difficult because there was very little room to move around, due to the fact that my closet had exploded onto my floor. In addition, my bed is obviously in my bedroom, and it was trying to seduce me with its soft covers to give up cleaning and instead, cuddle inside it. I tried to resist, but eventually caved. Three times.

But three naps later, I was energized and ready to clean. To prevent the bed from luring me back, I just piled everything in my room on top of my bed. This was the ultimate motivation because if I didn’t put it away, I’d have no bed to sleep in at night. Torture.

So, I did three loads of laundry. Turns out I haven’t done laundry in almost a month. My roommate and my parents are unsure of how I have collected enough clothing/undergarments to last that long. I assure you I never double dipped, I just have a large collection. Of course, since it had been so long, the cute panties were long gone and instead, I was using the ones that you keep even though they’re really ugly and you’d never let a soul, friend or otherwise, see you in them. Don’t act like you don’t have those too.

After laundry, I vacuumed. I really like to vacuum, especially with the hose. Especially in the bathroom. As a girl with long hair, I shed a lot and there’s nothing better then seeing the vacuum suck it up. It’s just a satisfying feeling. Like when you mow the lawn or shovel the driveway: it’s like, look what I have done! I’m productive!

Three hours, a bag of trash, three loads of laundry, 16 lysol wipes, and about 20 sprays of windex, my room is clean. It even smells clean, which is important because my roommate doesn’t want to look in my room unless she knows its clean (the mess really freaks her out), so I have a feeling that the lemon scent of clean will tickler her nose until she finally wanders in to compliment me on my amazing cleaning skills. 

The tragic thing is, I’m well aware that my room’s going to be a giant mess again in a few weeks. Which although frustrating, is probably a good thing. Now that my room’s spotless, I can’t find anything.

On a sidenote, I’d like to apologize to my faithful readers (hi mom!) for my absence as of late. With a frat, a full class schedule, a job, and training, I’m super busy and when I do have a few extra minutes, I’m too tired to be witty. But, stay tuned for some Costa Rica blogging next week. Two grown men, a barely out of teenagerhood girl, and barely a lick of Spanish, it’s bound to be jolly!