I got a notice from my apartment complex this past weekend letting me know that they were going to do their annual owner inspection, which involves looking for things that need fixed and/or bug infestation. A lady that lives in my building said they were also looking for hazardous material. I’m not sure she knew what she was talking about, though.
In any case, I’ve been cleaning a bit over the past few days. I cleaned the bathroom Sunday night, which was neat. And then I did some work on the kitchen and some much needed laundry on Monday. I finished up a lot of the living room and my bedroom last night and this morning. Then, I realized something. I kinda live on the messy side.
But you know what? I live by myself, so I can be. And I like it.
My dirty dishes find their way to the dishwasher, and generally my trash winds up in a bag. Sometimes, I leave my shoes in the living room, and maybe my pants in the kitchen from time to time if it’s been a rough day, but that’s the way I like it. Plus, it makes my pants easier to find when it’s time for laundry day, right?
Yes, I hate doing laundry, so I make sure I have enough clothes to last me months on end. Where do the dirty clothes wind up? In a pile. On my closet floor. And for that matter, my clean clothes do, too.
I figure I should probably finish picking up my laundry before I head out of town today. The annual inspector people are just going to have to deal with the fact that I forget my spare bedroom even exists, and therefore have yet to unpack the boxes that are stacked in the room… perhaps containing hazardous materials.