Some of you will laugh and some of you won't...

Those of you out there who have actually lived with me/visited my house know that I'm not by nature ( and/or personal choice) a neat freak. I don't mind mess, chaos and generally can handle living in a pigsty most of the time. I usually clean when I have to because there are people coming over, I am procrastinating, or occasionally because the mess has started to drive me around the bend ( which happens very rarely).

It's Friday, I'm not working today and as much I am "dying" to cast on a toe-up sock ( for the first time) I feel the need to get the mess in this house under control. We have spent the better part of this last year renovating and currently the only room that we can actually use is our bedroom ( and even it has some work going on in it). All of the other rooms of the house are either missing pieces (like ceilings, walls or floors) or are being used for storage for the stuff that was in the rooms that are missing ceilings/walls/floors. So I am going to go and actually do something about the the mess, first I have to dust the vacuum off ( yes I know that is bad sign but the vacuum, like everything else we own is covered in dust from sanding and drywalling) and then I am going to going to commit to a few hours of getting something done so that at the end of the day I cast on that sock ( to take with me tonight to something we said we would go to with some friends...) as a reward for actually cleaning up so that more of a mess can be made next week.

* note to self* when searching the world for an appropriate partner, finding and then marrying someone who cares as little about cleaning as you do can be disastrous when it comes to the home you share...