At least my fridge is clean
I may not have vacuumed the carpet for far too long
There may be a quarter inch layer of dust on every surface in my house
And I may not have gotten the back yard raked
But at least my fridge is clean.
There may be dried toothpaste on my bathroom counter
The ring around my bathtub may be bigger than Saturn’s
And there may be little fingerprints on the walls all the way down the hallway
But at least there are no longer apples rotting in my crisper.
The kitchen floor may have more food particles on it than it did two hours ago before I swept it
The windows may be so dirty I can barely see the streetlights
And my dining room table may be cluttered with discarded papers
But at least there are no more unrecognizable green fuzzy substances in Tupperware containers at the back of my fridge
There may be 2 baskets full of rifled-through clean clothing and a mountain of dirty clothing in my laundry room
The leaves on my plants may look grey instead of green because of the dust
And my bedroom floor may be nearly obliterated under scattered clothes, books, and other assorted things
But at least there is no more spilled soya sauce dripping down the back of my fridge.
Sometimes you just need to lower your standards.