The problem with having all my laundry done -- apparently -- is that it's given me new confidence in my homemaking skills.
I mean, managing to call a service so that my laundry is done and delivered door-to-door should NOT make me think that I am a domestic goddess. And yet.
It is 3:15 on Sunday and I am writing this from the eye of the storm.
Around 1 p.m. I decided that I would use this plans-free Sunday afternoon to, oh, I dunno, rearrange my entire apartment.
I am not entirely sure why, but I just started. And now, 2 hours later, everything is in a weird new place and I'm pretty sure I don't like it but I'm not the kind of person who will just go ahead and put everything back since I've set off on this path and am determined to finish it.
So yeah. I mean, I finally figured out (part of No Joy In '06) that the main reason* my apartment is messy as often as it is is becuase it is messy at its core. Meaning if all my closets and cabinets are full and disorganized, I have nowhere to put anything I use.
Perhaps not a brilliant deduction, but a correct one nonetheless. Thus, I am reorganizing my closets and cabinets.
Um. How this translates into me moving everything I own into a new place, I'm not exactly sure. But I suspect it has to do with procrastination...
We shall see.
*aside from my not cleaning it, I mean