Spring Cleaning

For those of you in the know, you would know that I live in what I call, "a constant state of squalor." This is perhaps a little melodramatic, but, as you all know, I am relatively melodramatic.

But I'm just a bad cleaner. There's no ifs. ands, or buts about it. I'm no good. Try as I might, I stop trying and return to my normal bad self. To have things so messy makes me feel somewhat immature, as if it's a sign of my life falling apart. If I were really "together" then my shit would be organized, simple as that.

But, for the past couple of weeks I have subjected poor Adam (and myself, of course, but I chose this therefore I am the subjector and he is the subjectED) to a good bout of SPRING CLEANING!

Before we left for Madrid I pretty much tore the house apart! I dumped out the contents of at least 4 purses (this is strange, I understand, to have not only so many purses but so many purses filled with so many things, and all at the same time. But that will have to be another entry cause I'm rather long-winded on the subject). I did about 4 loads of laundry and threw everything on the couch. I went through pretty much everything in the apartment evaluating it's travelling value. (Is this worth the bulk in my bag? Will I REALLY need it? Will I really use it?) And finally I finished packing a mere 2 minutes before the taxi got to our house.

We got home and... Well, unsprisingly enough, all of my mess had been waiting for me that entire time. (don't worry we threw away any and all perishables or possible stinkies. It was clean mess).

But I was tired. I blamed jet lag. The day after we got back I had to go to work. Adam was SUPER inundated with homework and midterms. I had a serious set of post-vacation blues. I continued to live out of my luggage for at least 2 weeks after we got back (So I'm an over packer AND I bought a lot of clothes while there, sue me.)

So for a month our mess grew and grew. Old mess, new mess, inbetween mess. We would try to tidy here and there but tidying isn't enough when you're facing the Mount Kilamanjaro of Messes.

We hit rock bottom. There was no longer any place for walking, sitting, living, or dying.

The light of a civilized, mature, together, and sanitary young girl clicked on.

"It is time for Spring Cleaning," I declared!

We have since cleaned absolutely everything. I finally put the luggage away, I recloseted my purses, my shoes are all in the closet. We cleaned the bathroom! We cleaned the kitchen! We even had the carpets shampooed!

Anyways, the point of this entirely too long entry is that as part of Spring Cleaning we finally took a stand, put our foot down, and demanded the leak be fixed. So now, our window no longer leaks!!

I'm very excited for the lack of squalor. All that's left is to frame and hang our pictures (so it looks more lived in, decorated, and awesome), decorate just a little, organize the bookshelves, scrub the fridge for invisible germs, finally paint the bedroom (We've had the paint and equipment all this time, I was just waiting for the window to be fixed), oh, and clean my car.

Next up? Baking night tonight con platanos. Pictures and recipes to come.