Day 56: Peculiar habits

I love getting to know people well enough to discover their idiosyncrasies and the things that make them unique. Since I live with myself day in and day out, I’m oblivious to my own oddities. Tonight, however, I did notice a strange little habit.

Midway into a phone conversation, I realized I had a broom in my hand. Again. I’m not usually compelled to pick this thing up, but once a phone call passes the 10-minute mark, a force of tidiness seems to strike. This time, I even dug out the dusting spray. I’m perplexed as to why I can’t seem to awaken these habits otherwise.

Then it clicked. And it makes perfect sense! That inner domestic goddess is simply waiting to be unleashed until I’m a homeowner. She’s in there somewhere armed with a broom, mop and several rags, ready to squash any excuse that interferes with scrubbing floors and porcelain. Her detailed cleaning calendar is labeled, in bold letters: everything in its place and a place for everything. I’m simply letting her build up a pension for the dirty work… Yep, that’s it.

I should get a bluetooth headset. The amount of cleaning I could accomplish with a single phone call would be incredible!