Sunday, April 26, 2009

The Stages of a Messy Apartment ...

Stage #1:  Confusion - "Bruce, how did our apartment get this messy?"

Stage #2:  Frustration - "No, seriously.  Bruce, how did our apartment get this messy?"

Stage #3:  Comical - "Haha, seriously, Bruce can you believe how messy our apartment got?" (laughing ensues)

Stage #4:  Determination - "Okay, Bruce.  For REAL this time.  We're going to clean."

Stage #5:  Hysterical Crying - It's actually kind of hard to get words out at this point.

So - I'm in Stage 5 of a Messy Apartment right now.  Though, I have to say.  As not fun as it is when it starts, it is by far the most effective of the five stages.  We're actually making some progress.  It's a shame I'm not making any of that progress on either of the two papers I have due this week, but once you hit five the blinders come on and you can do NOTHING else (except blog, apparently).

It's strange - as soon as I melted down I immediately wanted my mom.  Not to comfort me - to clean.  Hmm ... that sounds terrible.  I wonder if I can re-word that to not sound like a spoiled princess.  Let me say it like this - I was having one of those "I don't wanna grow up" moments.  My mom kept such a clean house as I was growing up.  My room was always a disaster but once a week I would come home and everything that was once on my floor would be on my bed because she came through with the vacuum and dusted.  She did the dishes every night.  My father cleaned the floors.  She filed the mail as it came in (or at least her piles were neater than mine seem to be).


I want my apartment to be a HOME.  Not just a dumping ground or a dust collector.  But I haven't figured out how to do that yet without being a nag or without neglecting my responsibilities at work or school.  It's SO frustrating.  I'm getting married in a little over a month and I can't figure out how to create a home.  And that makes me very, very sad.


  1. Sarah,
    It takes years to make a house a home. We will not have what our parents have now for years. Your mother will probably tell you the same thing. I've always felt that your apartment felt homey!

  2. Don't lie - you just wrote this post to A) Suck up to your mom and B) Try to get her to clean stuff for you.

  3. Oh Sweetie! I know how you feel! I seriously had, like, 10 minutes last week where I was crying as I scanned Orbitz for last-minute deals to Arkansas! I think it's all the stress. But, at the risk of sounding cheesy, a home is where people you love are, a place where friends can gather, a place to create memorable meals in the kitchen, a place where all of your treasures are. You have all that. I think you'll feel better (about school, everything!) when you've straighten up a little. Love you!


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