I used to be a really good housekeeper. Everything in my home was clean, dusted and well-organized…even the closets and cupboards. But now that I live alone, it just doesn’t matter anymore if there are cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and dirty clothes in the floors.
The downside of this behavior is that nothing is where it should be. If you want a cup, look in the plate cabinet. If you need tea, look in the sugar jar. If you need pants to wear…it turns into a peculiar Scavenger Hunt. You go around looking on doorknobs, hat racks, clothes trees etc.
Since I do live alone, it is acceptable to go around the house with no pants on, but what if Fed-Ex comes to the door? This has really happened and trust me when I say that the Fed-Ex guy would prefer if I wore pants at all times.
So I’m taking another stab at cleaning and organizing this place. First of all, what are all my blouses doing hanging on doorknobs? What happened to hanging things on a clothes hanger? It’s not rocket science. Secondly, where are all my pants? I used to have quite a nice assortment of summer pajamas, shorts and capri pants, but now, I can’t find anything.
At the moment, I’m wearing a light blue top and the bottoms to an orange pajama set. If I had to go to the door, it would be incredibly embarrassing. If there were a fire and I had to evacuate, imagine my embarrassment when the 5’Oclock news cameras came out to interview me. They would take one look at my blue shirt and orange pajama bottoms and immediately assume I was crazy or on drugs.
This is just wrong! I have shirts and pants that match, but can’t find them in all this mess. So this is a cautionary tale. Even if you live alone, it’s important to clean your house regularly, vacuum the floors, do the dishes and wash your clothes.
Now, I need to go either find shorts that match this blouse or the tops to these orange pjs. I just got a notice that Fed-Ex IS making a delivery today and I promised him I would NOT come to the door again with no pants on!! For your enjoyment, I’ve written this clever limerick on the topic of … you guessed it …PANTS:
There was a young man from Chance
Who could not find his pants
His shirt was all covered
With ketchup and smothered
In onions, tomatoes and Red Ants!