We are apparently made out of it so it shouldn’t surprise anyone to know that I live and create chaos every single day. It’s an untamed beast that only exists because I procrastinate. If I didn’t procrastinate I could most certainly eradicate it out of my life but then I would be bored and boring and look like Martha Stewart.
For example: Where is the fun in opening up the fridge and not feeling a small trill of fear? What’s great about trusting that all the salad dressing hasn’t hit its best before date? Wouldn’t we miss the “Name that Rotting Food” Game with the container on the shelf in the back? What would The Viking have to complain about if there were no slops in the Vegetable Crisper that needed to be scraped into the trash and removed from the house immediately? Exactly! These are fun times! Bonding moments! Opportunities to apologize and promise to do better in the future. If everything was orderly and perfect how could The Viking possibly know that I am still making an effort? He might assume that I’m totally redundant to the efficient operation of this place!