Clean Sweep

Ever since the break in, I've been pretty tired. I sleep, but I wake up thinking I've woken up about 20 times in the middle of the night- thinking someone will come in and steal my ipod or jewelry or that photo album my grandma gave me or my budda. I know none of this will really happen again, but it's a thought you can't really escape until it fades away after another week or so.

But we haven't cleaned the house since it happened. And when I say we, I mean me. Because since I've lived in Steve's house, the only thing he's cleaned is his room. And I think he's only done that once. I usually do a basic cleaning every two weeks. Vacuum, dust, windex, sweep and mop. I'm basically like a maid who doesn't get paid and usually I do this when Steve's at work cause I rather do it alone, preferably with loud music and no commentary from anyone. But since I decided to do this on a Saturday, Steve was there. And he uttered words I thought I'd never hear come out of his mouth. "Yeah, I think we should clean the house today." I thought I was dreaming.

I should've known better though. I sorta left him with the living room, and I heard him vacuuming something. Not the carpet, but some vent. And then, he mumbled something about something and left the cleaning supplies in the middle of the room. I knew this was it. I'd be doing the rest. And I don't mind at all. Cause it's what I'm used to doing. I just thought it was funny how quickly he went from "hey, let's clean" to "shit I've got this and that and oh my god there's not enough time in the day because I have so many things to do and think and ahhh". But that's my roommate. Everyone has something. And he has that.

I give him shit, but really, he's been the best roommate ever (sorry, Mark). He's helped me out a lot, with money and with this recent break in fiasco. So, really I don't mind picking up after him. Doing the dishes. And cleaning house every two weeks without a hint of help. Because really, it's the least I can do.