In response to prompt : Messy
I dislike eating spaghetti, it’s so messy,
While eating it I try caution it’s not easy.
When I first saw it I wondered how will I eat,
These long strands it’s most difficult to beat.
My hubby took a few strands and used the fork to roll it,
I tried to follow his direction, could not really handle it.
The spaghetti and the tomato sauce slid on the floor,
My hubby groaned, ‘you are such a useless bore!’
‘Mess, mess,’ daughter yelled, ‘mommy you are so messy,’
The waiter dashed on the scene and said, ‘it’s ok my Lassie! ‘ 🙂
What’s messier right now — your bedroom or your computer’s desktop(or your favorite devices home screen)? Tell us how and why it got to that state.
My laptop is placed on a table, it has hardly enough space to put my laptop and the mouse, of course there is the telephone too. If I try to move any of them it’ll be disastrous, so they are enjoying the space and nothing else has room to sit there.
I do not have too many devices, the ones that are there are skilfully put in the drawers, our large TV occupies more space than anything else, there is hardly enough room to be messy, however when our felines get overly anxious to catch the ball bounced on TV by tennis players they’re careful enough and therefore they do not fall off.
The place in my house which is the messiest is the basement, we tend to put our discarded things there,hoping to get rid of them as soon as possible, it hasn’t happened yet, but more and more junk is piling up with the same intention of clearing it when we’re free, when we are free our mind is not, so the junk remains.It’s not a good excuse I know, it can’t be helped!
Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious,and cranky,or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?
A messy home makes me cranky,if there are more than one person in the house it’s not easy to keep things squeaky clean or clutter free. I do try to make the inhabitants aware of the mess,not all of them care,they hear,but it comes through one ear and goes out the other.
I think these days we seem to have too much of everything and most of the time we can do with half or less of the things that occupies our abode. Instead of keeping us from buying anymore we go ahead with our bad habit of buying. There have been times when I tell myself I’m just going to window shop,I end up buying arms full of things I may not use in the next few years.
So while I get cranky and anxious of the mess and clutter I am guilty of contributing to it also.
I clean up before the arrival of company and feel at ease looking at a neat and tidy house,but It doesn’t stay that way too long.
When I look back at my teaching days, the memories of the children I taught, makes me realize,how special they were. I was one of a kind teacher there,completely different from any they had seen or heard in the nine years of their life. Sometimes they didn’t know how to interact with me. I did not take coffee breaks or any other breaks.I was always present.Some even were bold enough to ask,”Mrs. Asgar,don’t you want to get some coffee”? In reply, “I would say,why so you can fool around”? It was an open and shut case. In my first year they found out,I was scared of walking on the ice,one child volunteered to meet me,so he could help me.We did not have any discussion about it,he came on his own and very faithfully did his job.I think this is what he thought.I don’t remember if I ever thanked him. I hope I did.
The school year was over in June and kids would bring me gifts and look at my expression,they wanted to know if I liked their gifts.I of course thanked them individually. One year, it was the last day of the school year,I was busy putting away books and cleaning up my messy desk. I suddenly noticed Bobby coming in to say something. I looked up and asked did he forget something, he said, “Mrs. Asgar, you don’t like me do you”? I was stunned to hear this,I asked him what made him say this,it’s not true. He said,” you promoted me to grade five”. I told him there was no reason for me to fail him,he was one of the best students in my class. Even if he failed he would have a different teacher. This knowledge no matter how things turned out,I wouldn’t be his teacher the following year made him happy.
One year I had a new student in my class,the parents moved from a nearby community. He was put in my class.He was a quiet well-disciplined child, I did not have any occasion to take him aside and talk to him. Things were going well. Then came the time for the kids to order books from the Scholastics Book Company. The children would check the books they wanted with the money, I made a list and gave it to the secretary.On one such occasion the new kid did not have the exact change. I was about to give him the change,he looked at me and smiled, he said,”Mrs. Asgar you can keep the change”. I was surprised ,I did not want to hurt his feeling I replied’,it’s all right, give it to your Mom’. To this day I wonder how he felt Then there were some who would come to me at the end of the school year and apologize for their bad behaviour during the school year. Although they were not the problem.The ones who needed to apologize did not.
These are some of the memories which reminds me how lucky I was !
housekeeping (Photo credit: pucci.it)
Anything,any place that’s messy makes me anxious and cranky. When my home is messy,watch out,I am so angry ,I don’t see straight . I have as my husband put it,O.C.D( obsessive compulsive disorder).Whatever my family thinks I have,I cannot relax until I clean up and straighten up everything.This is how I defend myself,don’t you think everything looks fabulous when things are squeaky clean.I go about my business of making the beds,dusting the furniture,cleaning the bathroom,Vacuuming the rooms.When things are in order,I sit down and look around and am quite pleased with my efforts.
Before the company comes,I make sure everything is in top shape. I don’t want to be called untidy. One of the things that irritates me the most,is a sink full of dirty dishes in the kitchen. I cannot feel at ease until the dishes are washed,dried and put in their respective cupboards. Why should anyone say I have O.C.D,I only try to have a clean and orderly home.
When I wash the chicken after cutting the pieces,I wash them few times,I see vegetables in the super market on the shelves,I bring them home and after cutting them I wash them.I wash the fresh vegetables thoroughly,unless they are in a clean bag with the sign pre-washed.I don’t think I have any kind of disorder,I am careful. In school I tell the kids to wash their hands,before they eat.It’s a healthy habit ,don’t you think?