I’m doing my annual cleaning.  I have this thing (Some people call it mania, whatever.) where I can’t just clean a little.  I have to clean a lot.  I have to scrub things.  So I generally avoid cleaning if at all possible.  Hosting two parties in the next two weeks necessitates cleaning.  So I’ve spent the last three hours cleaning my bedroom.  Which is ridiculous because all I do in there is sleep.  How could it have possibly taken three hours?  I have no idea.  And I still have the office and the bathroom to do this weekend.  These will be a nightmare as they are where I spend most of my waking time and holy god is that bathroom gross.  But in the mean time I thought I would keep track of some things I’ve learned about myself during this process.

- For a girl who lives in Phoenix and wears flip flops 98% of the time I own a SHITLOAD of socks.

- Also, a completely ridiculous amount of hats, scarves, and gloves.

- I think I skipped the blinds last time I cleaned.  At least I hope I did.  With the amount of dust they had on them it is amazing that they had not crumpled to the ground under the weight of all the filth by now.

- Even when the cleaning beast grabs me I am still way too afraid to sort through my craft supplies.  That thing is not being opened until I have a week to kill.

- That is also true for the scrapbooking/photo closet.  I am so not going there.  What a wreck.

- It is completely possible to derail my cleaning efforts for hours if presented with Indiana Jones movies.   Oops.