The Augean Stables of Room Cleaning
Jun. 8th, 2005 03:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tabular_rasaSo . . . guess what I spent the afternoon (the past three hours-- completely straight) doing?
I cleaned up my room.
It is not even close to done yet.
You see, my process involves many steps:
1) Clean out bins for storing things, presently filled with stuff that does not necessarily need to be saved.
2) Designate bins for certain types of storage (and possibly-- or, in my case, probably-- buy new bins if there aren't enough to fill the amount of stuff I need to save . . . ).
3) Start sorting out massive piles of stuff, previously in bins, and also in my closet, under the bed, in my desk, on my desk, and on the floor, into the bins, according to type of stuff.
4) Probably vacuum and all that good stuff, too.
5) Start taking down decorations and things so that the room is less of "my room" and more of a "guest room" (sad day . . . *cries* )-:).
6) Store these decorations somewhere (heh . . . this is where those previously mentioned new bins begin to come into play, lol . . . ).
7) Argue with my parents about where the bins will be kept until I buy my own house. I would just like to keep them under the bed, honestly. They're BINS. It's not like anyone staying in my room is even going to check under there.
I have completed Step 1 and part of Step 2 (no new bins yet), and have begun working on Step 2. Unfortunately, my room now looks messier than when I started, with all these open bins out all over the room, instead of under my bed where they were previously, and little piles sorted out to go into them. Oh well; it's not like I even ever have people IN my room.
My hurts from sitting on it on my floor, and grinding it into something like a folder or something. I am also dead exhausted. That really gave me a headache, all that sorting, and I'm sure you're probably all thinking that I'm crazy, for 1) having all that stuff to build up for so long (after all, it's 18 years of stuff in my room, really, lol . . . I am a packrat, and I cannot helpt that, at all . . . ), and 2) being so hard-pressed to do it all. It's draning. I'm so serious. YOU try it, lol . . . if the stuff means so much to you, and you agonize over it, and you have to pick through every little thing so meticulously, it's HARD, okay???
I was quite accomplished today, really, and it's not even over or anything. Tory and Neil should be home soon. I really hope Mom doesn't complain about anything today, or demand for me to do certain things. I did an awful lot, including things for her, like the dishwasher and stuff. This room deal is seriously the Augean Stables of room deals . . . only I don't want to just run a river through it . . . I deserve a reward or something, lol . . .
Leave me alone if you think I sound pathetic. I'd like to see YOU clean this thing up.
I cleaned up my room.
It is not even close to done yet.
You see, my process involves many steps:
1) Clean out bins for storing things, presently filled with stuff that does not necessarily need to be saved.
2) Designate bins for certain types of storage (and possibly-- or, in my case, probably-- buy new bins if there aren't enough to fill the amount of stuff I need to save . . . ).
3) Start sorting out massive piles of stuff, previously in bins, and also in my closet, under the bed, in my desk, on my desk, and on the floor, into the bins, according to type of stuff.
4) Probably vacuum and all that good stuff, too.
5) Start taking down decorations and things so that the room is less of "my room" and more of a "guest room" (sad day . . . *cries* )-:).
6) Store these decorations somewhere (heh . . . this is where those previously mentioned new bins begin to come into play, lol . . . ).
7) Argue with my parents about where the bins will be kept until I buy my own house. I would just like to keep them under the bed, honestly. They're BINS. It's not like anyone staying in my room is even going to check under there.
I have completed Step 1 and part of Step 2 (no new bins yet), and have begun working on Step 2. Unfortunately, my room now looks messier than when I started, with all these open bins out all over the room, instead of under my bed where they were previously, and little piles sorted out to go into them. Oh well; it's not like I even ever have people IN my room.
My hurts from sitting on it on my floor, and grinding it into something like a folder or something. I am also dead exhausted. That really gave me a headache, all that sorting, and I'm sure you're probably all thinking that I'm crazy, for 1) having all that stuff to build up for so long (after all, it's 18 years of stuff in my room, really, lol . . . I am a packrat, and I cannot helpt that, at all . . . ), and 2) being so hard-pressed to do it all. It's draning. I'm so serious. YOU try it, lol . . . if the stuff means so much to you, and you agonize over it, and you have to pick through every little thing so meticulously, it's HARD, okay???
I was quite accomplished today, really, and it's not even over or anything. Tory and Neil should be home soon. I really hope Mom doesn't complain about anything today, or demand for me to do certain things. I did an awful lot, including things for her, like the dishwasher and stuff. This room deal is seriously the Augean Stables of room deals . . . only I don't want to just run a river through it . . . I deserve a reward or something, lol . . .
Leave me alone if you think I sound pathetic. I'd like to see YOU clean this thing up.
