If there is one thing I have… it’s paper towels. Oodles. My house, a wreckage yard for days past with better things to do than pick up a broom or a shovel. While it is my castle, I find peace in being away from the clutter where I can imagine a perfect world where I am neat and tidy. I save my anal retentive inflictions for the office.
Nose to the grind stone, pounding away at the day. My office persona keeps me in tact. There is no faltering there, well, except for my late arrivals because mornings are a complete conundrum to me. They should not exist.
Off work each day with visions of sugar plum perfection in my brain, I head home to face a heap of neglect. What better to thwart reality than a visit to the grocery store where I purchase the cheapest paper towels I can buy. Why not get two? So cheap! It’s like an addiction. Seventy-nine cents worth of good intention.
As I’m in line to purchase my two cans of cat food, a bottle of wine and, of course, my two or three rolls of paper towels…. I dream of all the uses my fluffy paper presents will fulfill. Windows, counters, stove tops, fixtures. All shiny new and and sparkling in my mind.
I unlock the door to unfold the truth. I rip a sheet of reality off my roll and take a bath. I’m too pooped to scrub the light fantastic this evening. I open the cat food to angry, neglected meows. The wine has already been opened. The last item in the bag is my beloved paper towels. Each sheet a new beginning. I shriek to discover that the cupboard is already filled with paper hopes, shredded dreams of clean, immaculate living.
And the real pisser…. I forgot to buy toilet paper… again!
he he… I am not a good housekeeper… this is an average day… sort of. : )