Monday, September 3, 2007

CRISIS CLEANING

Crisis cleaning is really not a good thing. For one, it reminds me that the crisis should not have happened in the first place. Two, I am frantic and probably not very sane during the cleaning process. Bugs. Little tiny black wheat bugs. In my upstairs bathroom. Hmmmm, no wheat here. Everything comes out of the bathroom cupboard, scooped haphazardly and quickly onto the floor. And left behind? Yuk, tiny, little, black wheat bugs. EWWWWW.

I don't know if they are really called wheat bugs. I just know that they turn up in wheaty things that have been around too long -- pasta, cereal, 'wheaty' stuff. In this case, dog biscuits. I have run up against these things downstairs in the kitchen cupboards when they have caused crisis cleaning there. I have learned to keep track now. Perhaps I should augment some of the sorting and tossing that is going on over at Jeffri's. My sister routinely goes through every drawer and cupboard in her house so she doesn't ever do the crisis cleaning of my ilk.


Sometimes I think my life needs some crisis cleaning. I let things go. They pile up. I get crazy. And then the crisis energy starts. Meeting deadlines, downloading and filing a kazillion digital photos, organizing my desktop -- again, making phone calls, returning e-mails, and on and on and on. Maybe if I were more methodical in my housekeeping and in my life activities, there would be no crises. But then, would I be me?