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Clean at last
There must be two dictionaries, one for teenage (almost) boys and one for thier moms. It is the only way I can explain how Warren and I have such different definitions of clean. I guess I should be grateful he did clean his room, to be honest it does look worlds better. I can actually walk in the door now.
I am so stiff. I cleaned virtually the entire house from top to bottom, minus Warren's and my room. I even got motivated to finally clean the bathroom. Warren was supposed to have cleaned the living room last week, but his dictionary gives a different defination of clean than mine. Let's just say our garbage man is going to hate this neighborhood. It seems the neighbors got the cleaning bug too. Our dumpster is ready to explode.
I never knew I had so much crap. The laundry room alone had a mountain the size of Everest. I can't remember the last time everything we owned was clean at the same time. Nothing like 8 loads of laundry to get the old cardiovascular working. It doesn't even look like the same house in here. For the first time, I'm not ashamed to have somebody come in.
Warren promised me he would clean the tub, but of course he put it off until it was too late, saying he'd do it later, until it was too late. He better get it done soon. I need Roland to come in here and do a bunch of small repairs and I don't want him thinking I live in a complete pig hole.
The thing with being a single parent, is there are only so mamy hours in the day, so something has to give, in my case that something seemed to be house work. Not because I didn't have time, but because after everything else I was usually so tired I just wanted to eat and veg at the end of the day. Now that things are decent, it should be easier to keep them that way.
Or so that is the theory
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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.
I tend to be a bit of a slob, and am the opposite of a girly-girl. I am geek girl, who loves Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter, Buffy, Angel, action movies, science fiction, action adventure, Dr. Who, and so on and so on.
I love to write and while I don't post much fiction online anymore I would love to be a writer someday. I am also overweight, bipolar and suffer from allergy induced asthma.