Okay I’m going to do it. I can’t live another day without cleaning out the drawer beside my bathroom sink and the shelves below it. They look like a museum for ancient prescription bottles, toothbrushes from four cleanings ago, and things in tubes with expiration dates like 2011. I can’t stand it any longer.
I don’t recognize much of the stuff and don’t remember why I ever had prescriptions with such instructions as “Take twice daily for pain.” I gave up wearing contacts ten years ago but I kept the cleaning solution and, I’m sure, the contacts are buried in there somewhere. Ditto the prescription glasses I was wearing when I had cataract surgery four years ago.
I’m going to march in there this minute and clean out the whole rat’s nest. It’s disgraceful. I would be horrified if anyone saw it, including my kids. That’s one thing keeping me alive.
Later on today I’m going to hit it hard. Right after breakfast. Actually, I work better in the afternoon, say sometime after lunch.
I forgot that we’re going out this evening. This is getting complicated. But tomorrow if I don’t do another thing, I’m going to clean out my bathroom! Don’t let me forget!