HouseKeeping

I've thought about starting a business cleaning houses. Some of my friends have told me the Definately wouldn't hire me, as my house is not a good example of how to keep house. In my defense, I'm not dirty, (no dirty dishes laying around in the house, I do clean the bathroom once in awhile!), I'm a True Slob. As a fellow blogger put it "My mess is just an extension of my creativity." My mother's philosophy on almost everything is 'I can do it easier than having you do it' (did I ever mention she's a passive-aggressive control freak?) so she would always clean up for us (including my father, who is really a 2 year old in an old man's body). Being a child from the depression and living in the country with 7 brothers and sisters and a nere do will father, my mom had a tough life growing up. And never relocating much, she saves everything. The plastic containers butter comes in, the coffee cans, the containers potato salad comes in: 'You never know when you're going to need it!' she would say.
I'm not that bad, but I do have a tendency to 'collect' things, or at least not throw things away. I kept a brush with a broken handle for a few years, I have several old curling irons, hair bows I wore in the 80's, a trunk-full of wool business suite I wore in the early 80's which don't fit now, never will again. Even if they did, they would be out of style ( but not too badly as I purchased classic suits, that are always in style. I did have some fashion sense!)
Which leads me to tomorrow: The Day of Reckoning. My friend, Margaret, who is much more organized and obsessive/compulsive (compared to me!) has offered to come over with some trash bags and go thru each room and get rid of stuff. I'm a bit wary as she's already expressed a dislike for some items I find useful, but I'm also interested to see what the final product is. My house in incredibly small, but not as small as some older homes I've visited. I also like Big furniture, which is a problem.
The condo I owned in Florida was much larger and more spacious than this home I live in know. I had 15' vaulted ceilings in almost every room, the living room was much larger ( I had a full size sofa, a love seat, a chair, 2 end tables, a coffee table and an entertainment center and had to stretch that to make the room look full.) The master bath was huge, with plenty of storage space, the kitchen had lots of storage. I had an attic I never used. And the condo cost much less than the house. Sigh!

Now what?
All the excitement happened on Tuesday and Wednesday, so yesterday was a let down. I've been invited to go tubing on Saturday, but I have to stay home and watch Margaret throw my life in a trash bag. I'm already overloaded with rejection (the job hunt is tough on one's ego) and indecision, and to watch my 'personality' be tossed away like so much trash will be a problem. I need to make sure I've taken my happy pills!
(Just kidding, Margaret. Just remember, we have different tastes in home decor!)

More to come...
As things happen, I'll be posting. Thanks for taking the time to read. You're opinions are welcome but if you have to start calling me names, don't bother, I won't read them. As my Dad says 'Opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one.'