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Aug. 25th, 2009 10:29 amAt 5:30 in the morning when I should have been brushing my teeth and carefully smoothing my eyebrows into neat arcs, I was sweeping and mopping and scrubbing leftover egg off the plates filling up the sink. Washing silverware huddled around the drain and collecting the glasses littering the coffee table.
Oddly, it wasn't an angry, omg-I-can't-believe-how-dirty-my-house-is kind of cleaning, equal parts frustration and murderous rage. Such as 5 a.m. cleanings usually are. Rather it was an omg-company-is-coming frenzy of there-are-not-enough-hours-in-the-day kind of cleaning. The one that was planned for yesterday and never manifested. The kind that I contemplated while sitting on the couch watching anime and eating a frozen burrito smothered in salsa verde and crema mexicano. It's what I thought about while making my bed and after when I curled up to watch Nathan Fillion be cute on my TV. How I would probably miss breakfast and have to hustle if I wanted to wash the dishes, mop the floor and empty the litter box before I went to work in the morning. How it would help if I jumped out of bed and started as soon as my alarm went off, but how that was so unlikely that it was laughable. As laughable as the idea that I would vacuum the living room before bed so that I wouldn't have to do it in the fifteen minute space between me getting home from work and company showing up at my front door.
Oddly, it wasn't an angry, omg-I-can't-believe-how-dirty-my-house-is kind of cleaning, equal parts frustration and murderous rage. Such as 5 a.m. cleanings usually are. Rather it was an omg-company-is-coming frenzy of there-are-not-enough-hours-in-the-day kind of cleaning. The one that was planned for yesterday and never manifested. The kind that I contemplated while sitting on the couch watching anime and eating a frozen burrito smothered in salsa verde and crema mexicano. It's what I thought about while making my bed and after when I curled up to watch Nathan Fillion be cute on my TV. How I would probably miss breakfast and have to hustle if I wanted to wash the dishes, mop the floor and empty the litter box before I went to work in the morning. How it would help if I jumped out of bed and started as soon as my alarm went off, but how that was so unlikely that it was laughable. As laughable as the idea that I would vacuum the living room before bed so that I wouldn't have to do it in the fifteen minute space between me getting home from work and company showing up at my front door.
