Friday, February 02, 2007

Long Week

Oy, this has been a week! Yes? Is it just me or has it been about 11 days since last weekend? Truly.

Over. It.

What's plans for the weekend, chickens? Me, I think a quiet(ish) one. I need to do some cleaning of my poor decrepit house. Actually, it isn't so bad - but I bought this yesterday and now I feel like there is dirt everywhere. I've just started reading it but already I'm all like give me back my life you cleaning nazis. 15 minutes a day sounds easy, until you think that what it means you have to be home like every night, or do some cleaning every morning before work, and then my brain rebels and considers shutting down the blood supply to several vital organs. Including the ones that would hold the scrubbing brush.

But I did buy white vinegar and bicarb soda at the supermarket, which it would seem are the miracle cleaning combo according to the book, instead of my usual 'wear a welder's mask and morotcycle gloves' grade cleaning products. We'll see. Just remember, I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at the dirt.

Anyhoo, but I digress. I woke up several times last night, partly as my flatmate was up and down like the Assyrian Empire (Hi Bodes!) and even the slightest noises wake me, eventually getting up and sitting on the computer for a couple of hours. Well, at the computer. Today was supposed to be the day that I actually got my crap together and got rid of the overdue work cluttering my desk. Har! What are the odds do you think?

Yup, me too.


quiet 60s girl said...

Andrew when i want to get into a cleaning frenzy i visit friends who have houses that aren't just untidy but dirty and then i come home with zeal. Bicarb and vinegar is great i think, sparkly loo and you get to play with it like its a volcanic experiment from back in primary school. Of course i like really watching others clean. Its like a fetish, when Zach was hospitalized alot i would watch them mopping or vacuuming - back and forth, back and forth very relaxing, almost a meditation.

Hmmm up & down last night was he :)

But happy days honey its Friday yay!! Kisses xx

The Other Andrew said...

I'd like to watch someone else clean... (hint!)

quiet 60s girl said...

HA wouldn't that mean the world were coming to an end ;)

The Other Andrew said...

Quite possibly!

Michael said...

I don't have a regular housecleaner, but I do have someone that understands me. She knows I'll call when I'm overwhelmed and she'll come over and make the world (read: toilets, sinks, showers, floors) right while providing me with whatever amount of kind words and calming influence as my tip warrants.

I don't mind tidying or organizing or dusting even, but scrubbing and cleansers just aren't my raison d'etre, darlings.

The Other Andrew said...

Weirdly, I get more satisfaction from cleaning than from tidying. I used to be Neat McNeat but I'm a bit messier these days. Partly it comes from having too much stuff and too little storage - see my post the other day about wanting to trim and give stuff away.

Michael said...

Once again, we complement each other, Andrew. You'd clean, I'd tidy. It's like two gays make a whole. Or....

Bodhi said...

Really,up and down like the Assyrian Empire? Personally I thought it was more a case of up and down like a cute and yet very professional blonde hustler. Go immediately to the head of the class, young man.

And no, before you lot ask, I was not with any aforementioned hustler. Not that there's anything wrong with that ...

And whilst I am indeed very sorry that I woke you TOA, it must be remembered people that I am not to blame if my flatmate is such that he would awake at the so called 'thunderous' sound of a gnats fart. And thats even if they do a 'silent but deadly' variety.

But, you know, mea culpa, mea culpa mon ami. If any cute hot guys out there feel the need to flaggelate or punish me by spanking, then get your people to contact my people, and if lucky you may score an audition to be held shortly.

And as to any potential comments about keeping you up all night, well, my lips are sealed (shut-up, bitches). You all know me, I am the very definition itself of restraint ;-)


Sherri said...

Strangely, this whole month of January I have been cleaning my house little by little. I've had bursts of "must clean this hellhole" before, but they never last more than a day or so and usually have some panic inducing event to inspire them. This time, I just realized I was tired of all this crap. Lots of stuff went away and the rest got vacuumed, dusted, wiped, washed, rinsed. scrubbed, spritzed or shaken.

It's amazing. What's even more impressive is that I've been maintaining it (despite The Husband, who is slowly being converted to Anti-Slobbism) hasn't been a back breaker.

The one sacrifice has been the hours spent staring at the computer in boredom. I can't tell you how much of my life the past few years was in that half-depressive fog of flipping between sites waiting for happen. Now, if something isn't happening, I leave it alone. ANd I clean something.

Honest, it's like a sign of the apocalypse.

freakgirl said...

I have someone come in once a month. It's awesome. Usually on the weekends I'll do light cleaning and all that. We're pretty tidy people, but we have a lot of STUFF and sometimes I gross myself out when the sun shines just right and I see all the dust.

Great, Andrew, now tomorrow I'm going to have to clean. :: shakes fist ::

As for sleeping, I woke up at 2:45am and was up until 4:00am. I don't know why. I do remember a nightmare about Ilan from Top Chef. I watch too much television.

Michael Guy said...

Ahem. I go away for a week and you abscond with my "But I digress?!"

:: searching applicable royalty fee ::


The Other Andrew said...

MG, I'll make amends. :)

I started with the tidying outside yesterday; and after 2 hours or weeding, tree trimming and completely filling my Green Waste bin - I did the only sensible thing and went to the pub for about 6 hours...

Thus nature balances itself.