my room

   There comes a time in every self-proclaimed tidy person's life when the idea of physically exerting yourself on a daily basis simply to unclutter a living space becomes unimportant. I actually don't know that to be true, but based on my own experience of the matter, I'm comfortable saying it.

   I never understood how my mom managed to brainwash me into making my bed every morning. When living at home, I didn't think twice about my daily ritual of tucking under the sheet and lining up my quilt "just so". I think the drugs she must have slipped into my oatmeal have finally worn off because now I wake up, go about my morning at a faster pace than intended due to the quadruple snoozing of my alarm/cell phone, and completely forget about the messiness of the object I just spent the last seven hours drooling in. It's okay, I tell myself, I'll make it when I get home from work!

   Well seven and a half hours go by and I return, mainly only just to grab a handful of Craisins (I bought a jumbo-sized bag from Costco) or smell my load of laundry in the washer before running it through the third rinse cycle in the past four days. Rarely do I get the courage to venture into my messy disaster of a room, knowing that I have once again procrastinated and defiled the promise I made to myself that morning when dashing to work, late again.

   Today, though, was a different story. At work I repeatedly reminded myself that Today Was The Day! I visualized myself getting off work, prancing to my car, racing through abnormally fast-paced midday traffic, throwing myself out of the driver's seat and propelling myself through my front door without missing a beat in order to maintain my current state of dedication toward the much needed organization of my living chamber. It became a sort of chant: "must clean room, must clean room". I noticed I began bobbing my head to my internal beat a little too noticeably when Pregnant Lady looked at me funny. (More on her later).

   I was proud of myself for sticking to my master plan, but as the last step loomed closer I began taking a little more time...because THIS was my future:

   Okay, so it doesn't look too horrible I guess. But walking into that every day for the past two weeks was becoming slightly overwhelming. On a good note, I found my favorite belt due to taking this picture! Maybe I should do that more often.

   Another reason I don't want to clean my room is because I fear this:

   Which is why I did not, indeed, clean my room today.