Fighting Entropy

With Andrew gone almost a month, I have let some parts of the house get a little messy. Yes, my office is actually much cleaner than it was when he left. And the guest room looks decidedly different in its transitional stage between place people crash when they've had too many Chocolate Chip Martinis to baby room. But my bedroom has been a mess for a week. I've had a big pile of clean laundry to fold, books scattered everywhere, toiletries all over the bathroom counter.

It was time.

This morning, all day really, I've been cleaning. A break for lunch, yes, and a short break right now cause I'm getting a little tired. When I get tired, the skin on my fat belly gets tight. It's from standing at the bowed-back angle that can't help but stand like when your weight rapidly shifts during pregnancy. (They say not to do it-- but I'd like to know how the hell you're supposed to not).

It'll be nice when it's all clean. It's amazing how much junk accumulates that one must rid oneself of now and then. I had a big drawer full of old bath stuff-- lotions I never use, hairspray that's leaked and I again, never use. Old bottles of Nyquill past their prime. I threw them all away.

It's not spring cleaning, it's not pregnancy "nesting." It's "Andrew's coming home maybe next Monday" and I want the house to not be a pig pen. (It's not really, but the clutter that I've let clutter up the place, which Andrew would normally scowl at me and make me clean up, needs to be put in order.) I hope I can finish tonight. I do need a break right now though.

Entropy, the idea that the universe tends towards disorder & chaos. I once read a short story in the really neat little book Einstein's Dreams that featured a world where the opposite was true-- the universe tended towards order. Things cleaned themselves up. Don't I freakin' wish!