Monday, 21 April 2008

The Art of Motivation

About a week ago, my mom announced that we had guests arriving in two days time, and that one of them would be using my bedroom for the duration of her stay. I like to think that I'm somewhat generous, and didn't complain once about being booted from my beloved abode, but I do understand that it was entirely a manipulative plot on the part of my mother.

You see, if a guest were to be staying my room, I would have to clean it. Quickly. So I did.

It was a horrible experience. I tell you, it's a good thing I don't have asthma, because I would have died. The vacuum almost choked when I took it behind my drawers.

But now it's glorious. I can see the floor, and I am no longer in danger of crushing something important when I swing my legs out of bed each morning. All my important papers are no longer a second carpet, but neatly thrown into a cardboard box. My socks, though still mismatched, are now stuffed into a plastic bin. The DUST - it's GONE! And my closet has been reorganized: dirty clothes in the laundry bag, clean clothes on the shelves.

Now I just have to rescue my pet fish from its own filth and give my stuffed lamb, Charmin, a bath. Wow. My room feels so much bigger!

Speaking of messes:
"If stupidity got us into this mess, then why can't it get us out?" Will Rogers


Art said...

I am glad you cleaned up your room. Maybe one day you will be a clean freak but I don't see it in you yet...

Anonymous said...

Hey! It wasn't entirely manipulative!! We did need the bed...

Kirk said...

Wow! That's some cleaning!
um...yeah...occasionally my room needs that too... ha!