It’s hard to believe it, but I have lived on my own for nearly a year now. Life has changed in a good way, has changed me.
Look at my condo, for instance. Perhaps the change to Felix Unger tendencies started a while ago, it just wasn’t noticeable whilst living with a large teenage male. Now that I am living in a smaller space and with only myself to speak for, that space is in fine order. My bed is made each morning, the first thing I do before even traipsing to the bathroom for tinkle time.
Yes, I flush the toilet, much to the chagrin of my downstairs neighbor, T the Nitpicker.
Strange addictions have reared their ugly head. One of my first purchases upon moving in was a nice carpet shampoo machine. My berber is so spectacularly spotless that one can roll around naked without worry.
I often do. That’s another benefit of living alone. I should probably be more careful about closing the drapes on the large sliding glass door in my living room. Or should I?
My bathroom sink and fixtures receive a quick wipe down every time they are used in the morning. The shower reaks of the scent of daily shower cleaner, the gleam of the faucet handles and spout a glory to behold. Kitchen dishes are washed after they are used, the stainless sink also wiped down with a rag and towel after each use. Bare floors are swept and mopped several times a week.
I am going to make someone a fabulous house husband some day.
Some day I might even shine my bike with floor polish….