little bits and pices

are you sick of hearing me saying i'm finally cleaning up my condo? because i always start and never finish? well, i started again... i've read that our homes are a direct reflection on the state of affairs in our lives and well, if that's true, then i'm in a heap of trouble. the dub too. so i'm trying to clean. i pick a little area and straighten it up and when i'm done i stand back and think a) that was totally easy why are you so lazy and b) look how much bigger it looks! because, it's true. when my place is clean, it looks ten times bigger. for reals. dublin seems to prefer things messy... or maybe he just knows that when things are a mess i'm much less likely to yell at him for making a mess... i put things in trash bags, he pulls them out and shreds them into tiny itty bitty pieces. i scoop up all the doggy toys and put them in the doggy toy basket, he comes up behind me, pulls each and everyone out and plays with none of them. and when i look at him with total exasperation in my eyes, he shrugs and gives me a look that says "i was doing inventory". the sad thing is that my lack of motivation has cause dme to mostly waste the entire week i had off school. if i had straightened up for an hour a day, i'd be totally done by now... but i didn't and when school starts again on tuesday, i won't be motivated to clean. not because i'm lazy (i am, but that's besides the point) but because after going to work all day, going to school for 4 hours and then doing homework, who has time to clean? not me. the dub, the dub has time to clean... but does he? never. not a thing. heck, i'd be happy if he would just quit ripping open the trash bags and spreading garbage throughout my living room...