That's How We Deal

It's shaping up to be one of those strange, wonderful summers. There is plenty going on, and at the same time, not much happening. I think I like that. Actually, I like it a lot. It helps me get things done.

To start, I had time this past weekend to do some tidying around the house. I figured any organizing would have to wait until mid month, but then there I was, suddenly in a quiet kitchen, with my Better Half passed out on the couch.

Excellent.

I quickly discovered two things.

One: If I am persistent, I can actually manage to hickey my BH. Gross? Maybe. But you try giving an Indian man a hickey and then tell me you don't feel a huge rush of accomplishment when you actually get it done. In the past, all I've managed to do is make it look like he got a tan on his neck. He just got browner. But now, it seems that dedication really does pay off. People are actually commenting. I thought I'd never see the day.

Two: I am much, much better at cleaning when I am alone. I can do small-scale tidying with others, but damn, I really turn into a machine when it's just me and the mess.

My proof is in the maniacal way I attacked my tupperware cupboard and related kitchen area on Saturday. This particular spot has been driving me bonkers, and I mean BONKERS, for a good two years. Always so many containers, so many lids, and no matches. I've tried, half-heartedly, to sort this out before, but to no avail. If I heard a constant flood of profanity coming from the kitchen, I knew someone was trying to put their food away.

This must be a job for Gal With A Weekend Off (And A Sleeping Partner)!

So, disguised as GWAWOAASP, I took out every single lid and container, matched them up, and recycled anything without a mate. I then organized our growing collection of glass jars into size and type. I washed everything. I washed the cupboard. I put it all back. I took a walk, bought a new dish drainer, and came home. I re-organized our pantry. I did the wash. I swept. I used more vinegar and baking soda than I thought possible. I ripped out the stash of cloth bags and folded them.




Then I fell asleep, because Jesus, I was tired. It's been a couple days since the cleaning extravaganza, and I still open the tupperware cupboard just to make myself happy.

Side note: I debated whether or not I should actually write an entire entry about how much I enjoy organizing tupperware. There is some debate about what makes a blog boring (which is allegedly mundane, everyday stuff) or exciting (sex, celebrities, pictures of boobs). Then it occurred to me that while I enjoy reading about sex, boobs, or celebrities who act like boobs, I also enjoy reading about the strange, everyday things that people do. Actually, that makes up approximately 95% of my blog reading.

And then I thought "fuckit!" and scooped myself some lactose-free ice cream. Because in our house, that's how we deal.