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Jul. 19th, 2018 11:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeWoke up this morning, inexplicably, to the boy having decided to clean the floors with the very loud steam cleaner. No, that's actually a mis-term, but it was more like I woke up and staggered around and showered and felt a bit more with it and started getting ready and then heard a very loud vacuuming like noise downstairs.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The vacuuming stopped and another sound started up: the de-de-de deet dee dee de-de-de-de that precedes Taaaaaaake ooooooooon meeeeeeeee.
"What the hell are you doing to a-ha?"
And it turned out he was cleaning the floors. To all the classic rock and, let me be clear here, nine times out of ten the classic rock is coming from my music players. The whole time we were painting and plastering the office, classic rock from my phone. He tends to prefer harder rock of the last twenty years than rock of the thirty-forty years before that. But no. Today it was cleaning to Cyndi Lauper, a-ha, and ... hell, what was the other one. Not Journey but one of those Just a girl/Just a boy songs, I forget which. And the funniest part of all of this is that last night's four in the morning anxiety attack was how I'm such a horrible householder and our house is filthy. Well. Okay then. I could wish that our fits of cleaning were a bit more regular and synched but I'll take it.
The dishes do get done. The laundry gets done, the litter gets scooped at least once every 24 hours, the regularity of whether it's morning or evening is highly variable. Cats get fed, basic things like that. But cleaning the floors or brushing off the couch or cleaning under the cushions, not always, not so much.
Thanks to some random free-association brainstorming shitwriting yesterday I am actually doing pretty well on the projects I need to be working on today, yay! I finished my story for Patreon, dress rehearsal for the haunted house story I need to write and submit. I did some more in Hell Caster and some more in Pilot, and both of those need to get finished ASAP, yikes. But progress was made today, in and around everything else. I just have to keep going. Between and around the sudden fit of cleaning, as it turns out we're in the middle of.
And I did manage to get some more writing done once I got home, as well as dishes and most of the kitchen cleaned and wiped down, trash collected and taken out. So that's not nothing.
"What the hell are you doing?"
The vacuuming stopped and another sound started up: the de-de-de deet dee dee de-de-de-de that precedes Taaaaaaake ooooooooon meeeeeeeee.
"What the hell are you doing to a-ha?"
And it turned out he was cleaning the floors. To all the classic rock and, let me be clear here, nine times out of ten the classic rock is coming from my music players. The whole time we were painting and plastering the office, classic rock from my phone. He tends to prefer harder rock of the last twenty years than rock of the thirty-forty years before that. But no. Today it was cleaning to Cyndi Lauper, a-ha, and ... hell, what was the other one. Not Journey but one of those Just a girl/Just a boy songs, I forget which. And the funniest part of all of this is that last night's four in the morning anxiety attack was how I'm such a horrible householder and our house is filthy. Well. Okay then. I could wish that our fits of cleaning were a bit more regular and synched but I'll take it.
The dishes do get done. The laundry gets done, the litter gets scooped at least once every 24 hours, the regularity of whether it's morning or evening is highly variable. Cats get fed, basic things like that. But cleaning the floors or brushing off the couch or cleaning under the cushions, not always, not so much.
Thanks to some random free-association brainstorming shitwriting yesterday I am actually doing pretty well on the projects I need to be working on today, yay! I finished my story for Patreon, dress rehearsal for the haunted house story I need to write and submit. I did some more in Hell Caster and some more in Pilot, and both of those need to get finished ASAP, yikes. But progress was made today, in and around everything else. I just have to keep going. Between and around the sudden fit of cleaning, as it turns out we're in the middle of.
And I did manage to get some more writing done once I got home, as well as dishes and most of the kitchen cleaned and wiped down, trash collected and taken out. So that's not nothing.