dear diary,
just wanted to gush about how CLEAN my house is! usually, there are only about 2 functional rooms with the rest of the house in transition (a.k.a. junkyard, pig sty, accumulated crap overflowing the joint). about once or twice a year, my hubby–bless his adorable, a.d.d.-addled soul–comes up with a brilliant plan for the reorganization of the living space. he watches hdtv religiously. don’t laugh, i know you’re addicted to that stuff too! so we’re all excited and start moving stuff around … and then we don’t ever finish. i’d rather do fun stuff on the weekends (the only time i get to see my hubby) than home improvement, heavy labor, tedious unfun stuff, so i don’t really protest when hubby loses interest in whatever master floorplan he’s concocted at the moment. and the house remains in perpetual disarray.
anyhow, to make a long story short, i threw a baby shower for my sister-in-law on saturday and spent two whole days scrubbing, sweeping, vacuuming, tidying, moving, and generally making spotless the entire 1,400-square-foot abode. aaah … the satisfaction, the pride, the utter bliss of coming home to a clean house … except now it doesn’t feel like my house and i feel this compulsion to wipe up every spot and crumb on the kitchen counter, pick up every misplaced item, rearrange every misaligned piece of furniture. i feel even crazier than i did when the house was a mess … and then the little voice inside my head starts asking, “so how long is this going to last? how many days or weeks before we’re back to pig sty comfort?” and what do i really prefer?
oh, too much thinking makes my head hurt. maybe the j-meister can come over again and we can beat guitar hero, synchronizing our star power rock outs and hanging out at the endlessly entertaining ikea. you gotta love cheap, swedish home furnishings. rock on geek nation! (the name of our nerdy girl band.) 
