It seems like a lot of bloggers are very organized or are really working on it, have set schedules, routines, etc., and good for you. Here though? Not so much. Storm and I are more casual,..... Seems like some of the rooms in your homes might be featured in Good Housekeeping . We're more a Field and Stream type magazine that got left out in the rain and then run over by a pick up truck. Or a 2 page paper advertisement inserted into the inner folds of the local newspaper that visually displays that of which a particular store has too much inventory and wants to get rid of at a cheap price. And now!
You already know what Storm's office looks like (I'm still shredding papers, I promise.) But, the best way for me to physically describe the inside structure of our house is "open." The foyer, the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room are all one big giant space, separated only by furniture and counter tops and complimentary colors of paint on the walls of each section. Kind of like a loft in the city, I guess, but less expensive, less fancy, and without one of those rickety-arsed elevators with a slotted wooden door that seems all sexy until Glen Close shows up in it to leave you a terrifying pot of "soup" on the stove. (Fatal Attraction) Although if you do go downstairs to our basement here, you will indeed find a bunny. But she is happy and very much alive and wants whatever food we are bringing to her NOW. She is also sweet and very appreciative and licky afterwards. Kind of like we ttwd gals are towards our men after an intense spanking. Back to our house. It is also cluttered, although I am slowly working room by room and then back to the same room to SDRR - Search, Destroy, Recycle, and Rearrange, as I have recently explained to a friend who is an inspiring rock star of organization. And since my phrasing made her laugh, of course it found its way to the blog. However, if any company was standing in my living room at this very moment, he/she/they would not be laughing. But, they might be smiling because what they don't know is that Storm and I will have hired professional cleaners in anticipation of this imaginary visit.
When I was little, my mom would clean an already very clean house to get ready for company that was coming over for dinner. I understand wanting very clean toilet bowls, but I could not for the life of me figure out why the shower and tub had to be scrubbed and bleached if these people were only coming for dinner. Like I said, all things were already clean, so why deep clean the shower? Were they coming over dirty? And if so, I wondered if they would be bathing before or after dinner because I was hungry. I did know they weren't bringing their own towels because the linen closet had to be SDRR minus the first R because we didn't recycle decades ago. To me, all the stress that she displayed and felt herself and then to us unclean children in preparation for the guests was almost not worth having the fun of company after all. Almost. These were the days when after dinner and dessert, the company would stand by the front door and tell the kids to put on their shoes and then stand there and keep talking to my parents. So the kids had at least a half hour more of playtime before they actually had to leave with their parents. And we kids were waiting for that one magical moment when the parents would decide to sit back down and have some more decaf instead of leaving just yet. And we would chant, "Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!" And then we would be off for one more round of hide-and-seek in the basement with flashlights.
These days we play a different version of hide-and-seek. It's when I pick up all the clothes and junk lying around and it is called: So-That's-What-the-Floor-Looks-Like. I believe that our home often reflects what is going on in our personal lives. I currently have 4 categories of clean: "Company is Coming,", "Good Enough", "Cheap-Enough-to-Just-Buy-a-New-One," and "Not Today, Esther." When we're in survival mode, only the very basics of things get done..... we eat, sleep, shower, talk, breathe, hug, love, pray and swear (but never at the same time), keep up on the dishes and wash the clothes even though we may all be pulling them straight from the laundry basket instead of out of neatly arranged piles of clothes in our dressers. Papers tend to collect, dust collects, that dang tax man still collects.... and the mail is delivered rain or shine because that tax man really is trying to get to us ..... although he usually owes us money every April (U.S. Tax Return Deadline Day) , so I do not understand why he is in such a rush.
We greet one another whenever one of us leaves or arrives even after a short trip to or from the store. We always say I love you before someone leaves or before we hang up the phone. The t.v. is sometimes on, but often just the picture with no sound. Storm thinks he can multitask and the kid and I just laugh at him because he looks hilarious. He is sitting in his easy chair after a not so easy day, with his laptop on his ...well, .... lap. He's facing the television, which is on, but is also on mute. He's watching some movie like Borne Identity or some spy thing he's seen a 100 times already, but he has headphones on and is watching a documentary on his laptop. With the t.v. remote in his hand. The man really is afraid he is going to miss something, but we can't quite figure out what it is. So we all just laugh about it. And he joins in the conversation between me and the kid, too, or will start one of his own with either of us. Then he falls asleep in his chair because he doesn't want to go to bed yet...... again, he doesn't want to miss anything. And then once he is asleep, the kid and I talk and he remains asleep during our light conversation, but as soon as one of us asks the other one a question.... you know how here in the US, our voices go up to a higher pitch on the last word of a question? This is when Storm wakes up and ANSWERS. CORRECTLY !!! Hilarious and inexplicable.
So, we are basically sometimes humorous and usually open people....... what you see is what you get with us. Except that Storm has those superpowers. Oh, and except for the professional cleaners doing my job, but I will put their magnet with their business logo on my refrigerator door just to keep myself honest. And so I can easily find their number again for the next time my mother visits. Let her think I am doing a wonderful job and that cleaning gene that she thought I did not inherit from her may just have settled in with me later in life. But, 20 dollars (U.S. or Canadian... whichever is worth more) , says she'll find something to de-clutter ..... probably all the magnets on the refrigerator.