Do
you clip your toenails? Pop the cap off beer bottles? Wipe up spilt ketchup
with a paper towel?
If
you answered “yes” to any of these questions, then you are a human being. If
you answer “yes” to any of the following
questions, then you are a pig.
Do
you leave your toenail clippings on the couch? Do you leave the bottle cap on
the counter (or table, or floor, or edge of the bathtub)? Do you believe spilt
ketchup is best cleaned by the dog? If you miss the garbage while trying to
dispose of a paper towel, do you leave it for the hand of god to pick up and
throw away?
Cleaning
house is an age-old battle, though admittedly the division of labor in that
arena was not equitable until recent history. Even now, many women, or men,
will claim to be responsible for the brunt of the cleaning, whether they want
that role or not. But, regardless of who gets the short end of the cleaning
stick, neither person should go out their way to litter, smear, or stink up the
place. Controlling your impact on your environment should be innate. If the
birds can master this concept, so can you. In other words, if birds don’t shit
in their nest, why are you?
Perhaps
you are not the “you” to whom I am
referring. For your partner’s sake, I hope not.
But if you leave your underwear on the floor next to the hamper, if you
leave a trail of sunflower seeds up the stairs, if you let latte containers rot
in your car . . . then, yeah, I’m talkin’ to you.
But
who am I to talk? I’m not perfect. I’m argumentative, stubborn, I love crappy
tv, and . . . I’m no obsessive cleaner. I hate cleaning. I’m considering
collecting refundable cans and bottles from the ditches in order to make money
so I can hire someone to clean while I read or write or play with my child or
do anything other than scrub splatters of unknown origin.
Yet
I’m also not willing to live in squalor. Are you? If not, are you picking up
your own refuse? I’m only asking because
I’m worried . . .
Ponder
this. If someone in your neighborhood is making voodoo dolls, you don’t want to
leave toenails or spitty sunflowers lying about. That’s just straight up
dangerous behavior.
BTW, I am NOT referring to my own household. My husband is perfect. Just ask him, he'll tell ya'. ;))
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