Dirty

Dirty dirty  yep that is what my house has become lately. Dust bunnies hide in every corner, dishes are teetering precariously on the kitchen counter and a variety of clothing is draped and  lovingly looped about every room.

I have an excuse... well sort of, I am still in the midst of packing my life away and am finding it hard to confine to boxes all of my precious junk. That and the fact that I become extremely distracted and sentimental when I pack these days. For instance a card that was mailed to me ages ago must be re-read, reminiced and sweetly shown to Mr D. (who finds the card as amusing as my dawdling over the packing) and then placed in a safe and secure place. This my friends adds up to hours wasted and few boxes packed.

The dirtiness of the house also kinda weighs on me but not in a way that makes me want to clean unfortunately. I have taken to the phrase "if you can beat it join it" mentality, if you will and have literally thrown up my hands for the past week at all of the spectaculor mess that has accumulated.

Well hands up no more!

I am changing this state today. I have already cleaned myself  and have made a serious dent into the dishes situation. My next phase of cleaning will involve wrangling the clothes and boxing up the remnants of the remaining cubords and closets. I am like a general planning my next strategy in the War on Dirt. Yes it has come down to war, any parting words you ask?

I shall prevail......Forward .....March