This is what confronts me, day in, day out. All the things that are BUGGING THE CRAP out of me.
The spot on the front door where the dog sticks his grubby nose in eager anticipation of you walking through said door:
The grimy marks on the large expanse of glass at our back door where the rain slams against (who knew rain was so dirty?) and where the dog jumps up when he gets left outside (who knew dogs could jump so high?). The solar blanket for the pool which is not up at the moment because it's winter, left outside after our flood wet everything in the garage/shed:
The dust and dog hair that collects in the corner of every single step that I see every time I walk up or down them:
The dust on the "mantle piece" which people run their hands in when they descend the stairs (with the dust and dog hair on them):
The crumbs and rust spots on my relatively new 4-slice toaster:
The grubby hand marks and the (not obvious in real-life but super-obvious in a photo) scratches near the handle of the fridge:
The dried up drips from razors and toothbrushes on the bathroom mirror:
The water that ponds at the base of the tap from "people" washing their hands, which then turns an interesting shade of brown for reasons I don't wish to contemplate too deeply (and let's just ignore the decayed state of the plastic on top of the "cold" sign, shall we?):
The source of much dog fluff under the chair legs is from the very matted, very dirty dog, who desperately needs a bath but can't until he has a big brush:
The fact that no-one else in the house is seemingly bugged by any of this and it is ignored by everyone else, waiting for me to clean/tidy/wipe/sweep/brush/wash it.
So, given I had ONE WHOLE DAY OFF this week, you would think I would have either:
a) put up a decent blog post or
b) tackled some of those jobs that would rectify things BUGGING THE CRAP out of me.
I instead put together my new $40 desk (which was only mildly damaged in the garage/shed flood). This makes me feel very organised and superior and professional. I have my own space now for my own crap and it doesn't have to live on the dining table anymore. Much more satisfying.
But I still have a bunch of stuff around my house that BUGS THE CRAP out of me.
What minutiae of your daily existence bugs the crap out of you?
Are you the only one who knows how to clean up at your house?