Steve has been gone for a week. My house has not been so clean since...well, since the last time he was gone for a few days. It's really nice.
I packed up his crap into boxes. His papers (strewn across the table and the floor) went into one box. His clothes (spread over the couch, the footstool, the table and the dining-room chairs) went into another box.
I swept and mopped. And surprise! The floors are still clean.
I washed the table. And surprise! It's still clean.
Most surprising of all, Michael now throws his garbage away and puts his dirty dishes away. It really is quite a sight. The first time this happened, I wasn't sure what was going on. Now I'm not sure if I can continue any other way.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Behind this fortune there's flames
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2 comments:
Time to crack the whip! It's amazing how easy it is to keep a place clean when the men just pick up after themselves.
This is too funny. I, too, tend to toss all of Mr Babbler's miscellaneous stuff into a box and leave him to fend for himself when it comes to sorting.
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