Daily spewage of a bitter mind.

Last night after dinner we turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. I coerced Malcolm into turning on Intervention. Seeing other people’s lives in shambles makes me happier about my own. We often joke about how I need to come up with some heavy addictions to get on the show. I think it’s more of a ploy to get me a free vacation at a beach spa and for him to have the place to himself. The episode sucked… there was no intervention at all; it was more of a story on several families’ losses due to huffing toxins.

The next show, Hoarders, came on and I was pretty much already into my relaxed stupor on my lay-z-boy eating the last of the sugar free gummy bears. It is television shows like this that we sit and judge other people and tell the TV how dumb they are. The kid was crying because his house was so overloaded with crap and he was on numerous allergy medications already. The mom, being very passive and matter-of-fact about most everything, knew there was a household issue but was complacent in changing anything. She came from a family of hoarders and watched as her house went down the same path.

It was about the time she was trying to pull a pink blouse out from under a giant stack of clothing that pretty much hit the ceiling that both Malcolm and I looked around the basement living room.

Our eyes widened.

Malcolm: “OMG we’re hoarders.”
Daniel: “I was just thinking that.”
Malcolm: “I can’t sit here, I need to clean!”

I was already jumping out of my chair, “Already on it!”

Several garbage bags were filled with the random crap that had been collecting around the room.

Malcolm: “Ummm…. Daniel, when was the last time you had cookies?”
Me: “I haven’t had… “

Malcolm was holding up an old plastic contain that once held mini chocolate chip cookies.

Me: “Ohhhhh.”

I wasn’t to convulse on the floor in disgust.  That had probably been had been hiding in the corner for a year or so. Shameful shameful shameful.

My sewing/craft table is still piled up from random art supplies that had spread around the room but for the most part the room was clean. I flopped back down into my chair with a cold drink and sweaty brow. Malcolm finished up with some vacuuming. A little more time this weekend and the room would be back to its former glory.

It was nice to actually have a place to put my drink down. Of course I felt guilty when I did, so I hopped back up and ran it up to the recycle bin. It’s amazing how focusing on work, working out, cooking, and every else that we’ve been trying to make a priority and fills the day takes a toll on the house. At the end of the day I just want to relax and chill for a while before bedtime and the last thing I worry about is the condition of my surroundings. I had spent the previous night cleaning my room and doing laundry, so life is feeling back in order.

Go home, people. Go home and put a hardcore half hour of work into your home. Maybe you’re not a slob like I’ve somehow become, but there is always room for improvement. Take it from me and ‘follow your dream. You can reach your goals. I’m living proof. Beefcake. BEEFCAKE!’

~ by dmoola on February 2, 2010.