Editor’s Note: July 2009
Author: Maggie Washo | Photographer: photography by anne
After spending the last few months living with the whole place to myself, I have come to this troubling conclusion: I am the messy one.
When there was a steady stream of roommates with their significant others, family, kids, dogs, cats and one leopard-spotted gecko in and out of the home, it was difficult to say who exactly was making the house dirty. Was it the niece and nephew who tracked in all the sand? Or the big yellow lab? Was it the roommate who left a mountain of dirty dishes in the sink? Or the roommate’s irritating girlfriend? Who left this pile of laundry on the couch…AGAIN?!
As it turns out, it was probably me who tracked in all the sand, left the dirty dishes in the sink and “forgot” to fold the laundry on the couch. I have no one to blame anymore.
Which is fine, really. I don’t have to be good at everything, right? We all have strengths and weaknesses, and my faults lie in the cleanliness department. Which isn’t to say I am going to give up on the idea of a clean house and neatly folded laundry altogether.
Tomorrow I’m going to hire a maid.