I hate cleaning. I really, really hate cleaning. I can blissfully ignore clutter for a long time. Lee, however, cannot which means he cleans a lot. This also means when I have a fit where I simply must clean it freaks him out.

TV with E.T. standing guard #fmsphotoaday

Today I attacked the living room. I organized. I dusted and I can't tell you how much I hate dusting. And dust. This is the end result. Trust me, you did not want to the see the before. The only reason those DVDs are on top of the stand and not in it is because they are library DVDs and we do our best to keep those in plain site.

It's entirely possible that I cleaned the living room because I'm avoiding the dining room. I'm taking a few days off at the end of the week to depopcorn the ceiling and paint both the ceiling and the walls. That means that everything needs to come out of it and I have no idea where I'm going to put all the dishes we store in our hutch. Or where we're going to put the hutch. Or the dining table for that matter. Not to mention it's all going to create a huge amount of dust that will negate part of the work I just did.

Stupid dust.