October 4, 2008
Cleaning is a tedious, recurring task. If it isn’t the kitchen, it’s the bathroom or the living room that needs my attention. Every day, every day, it rears its faceless self and somehow sneers at me. “Ah-ha” it screams at me, “I got you again.” Yes, yes, you did. I will do the dishes, empty the trash, wipe the countertops and put my leftovers away, only to do it again tomorrow. And weekly when I get to a place where the whole apartment is spotless I know, I know without a doubt, you are waiting to scream again. I’m coming.