Cleaning

I woke up at 7:45 this morning for no reason. I just woke up and could not get back to sleep. I rolled over, I cuddled up to Garret, I buried myself under the blankets, I threw the blankets off. I must have tried everything I could think of a hundred times. Garret's alarm went off at 8 and I thought about getting up. Instead I curled into a ball and tried sleeping on his side of the bed. It was too late. By that time I was completely awake. I just lay in my bed until 8:30 thinking about how I couldn't sleep and there was nothing for me to do. I considered going out into the living room but then I thought about how well that went the last time I tried that. Not to mention I really wasn't in the mood to deal with her and her attitude. I knew that she would be sitting right in the middle of the couch and Garret would be at the end which would force me to sit on the other side of her and talk over her if I wanted to talk to Garret. That or sit on the floor next to him. I thought about texting Garret that I couldn't sleep but it seemed silly to text him while he was right in the next room. So I formulated a plan. I decided today was finally the day that I would clean the very nasty tub and shower that had been grossing me out for weeks. I got up and went to the bathroom. Then after that I got dressed and headed out to the grocery store on main street and bought some cleaner and a sponge and when I returned I got right to work scrubbing that tub. The great thing about cleaning is that it involves scrubbing and really putting your arms into it. It involves working hard and attacking something except that the something you are attacking, it is completely ok to attack it. It felt very good to vent my frustrations. I could scrub and be as angry at that tub as I wanted to be and no one cared. In fact, I could say "Hello, I'm cleaning your apartment do you really want to complain about that right now?" It felt so good to clean the tub that I just kept going. I cleaned the sink and the toilet. Then I went out into the kitchen put the dishes away, washed the ones in the sink, put those away, washed the counter and washed the stove. I still didn't want to stop so next I took the shower curtain down and soaked it in bleach in the sink, washed the mirror in the bathroom, made my bed and put a loud of laundry in the wash. After the curtain had soaked for a while I rinsed it, hung it back up and washed out the sink. This was all before 11:30 today. In fact I had this all finished and I had eaten two donuts before it was 11:30. I am now in the Ed center writing this while the laundry is in the dryer. I almost can't wait to get down with this and go back to attacking the rest of the apartment. I should clean out the fridge, vacuum, clean the litter box, clean my room, and maybe take the trash out too. I don't know why but cleaning like that has made me feel much better about today. I wonder what else I can find to clean in the apartment.

It is probably a little sad but I would rather be cleaning than doing homework right now.