I consider myself a pretty clean person, if a bit messy. I actually enjoy cleaning. The instant gratification is so .. instant. And gratifying.

But I discovered a few years ago that while I'll spend an hour on the kitchen, and I can dust the hell out of the living room, I hate cleaning the bathroom. I don't know what it is about the bathroom that makes it so difficult for me "get around" to cleaning it. I think it's all the tile and the mold that lives there. Too much damn work.

So when I moved into my current apartment, I made a deal with Roommie that I would clean the kitchen and the living room if she'd clean the bathroom. To my eternal shame, I have been less than punctual? responsible? adequate? in doing the chores I said I would do. I clean up after myself, but two chicks with long hair tend to shed a lot, and we cook a lot too, which means spills and stains on the counter, and the trash bin is so very far away that I can rarely find the energy to take it out.

She hasn't complained, but I get the feeling she'd like nothing more than for me to read and follow Cleaning The Fucking Kitchen For Dummies. I'm trying to get better, really I am.

Via Jay