This afternoon I signed in to my email acount to find an email asking for a flat meeting tonight.
I immediately start to wonder if I’m about to be kicked out of the flat. I mean, I haven’t actually been here in the last week, and there’s been no indication that I will ever be kicked out of the flat, but meetings make me uneasy.
I also find an hour or two to obsess about about the shower. I wonder if any one else has noticed that I haven’t cleaned it. Should I clean it now? Before the meeting? BUT if I clean it now, and they hadn’t already noticed that It was dirty, will they notice that I didn’t clean it before now if it’s suddenly clean the hour before the flat meeting?
Hmm. To clean or not to clean.
(Yes. I actually put real thought into this.)
(An hours worth of real thought.)
(I have WAY too much time on my hands.)
I end up cleaning it because.. Well it is dirty, and this way I can be all “Huh? What? I clean it all the time, see look!”
Then I cleaned the toilet, and found some of that toilet duck stuff that sticks on the side of the loo without a cage. And I was like, “Oh Yeah, I should use this! Why do I never use this?”
So I used the weird little backwards plunger thing, and stuck a glob of it on the side of the loo bowl. This is when I remember that I DON’T use the weird cageless loo stuff it because it looks like a big green glob of radioactive snot in the toilet bowl.
Then one of the flatties came home and I faux-casually leaned against the kitchen counter while asking whether she knew what the meeting was about. The flattie shrugged and said something about the agenda.
Yeah. I didn’t read the agenda.
“So. Do you think it’s about the shower at all? Or the toilet?”
The flatmate doesn’t take me very seriously at all – or if she is taking me seriously she’s not tipping her hand ahead of the meeting. She doesn’t say anything about whether I need to clean the bathroom more often.
I nervously go wipe down the bathroom bench, and polish the tap. Then while I’m waiting for 6.30pm to arrive I quickly dust the window stills and skirting boards. Maybe I should also polish the mirror?
It’s not like they’d ask me to leave over a slightly smudgy mirror, though. Right? Only I can’t find the glass cleaner. Using non-glass cleaner would leave streaks! (Panic, obsess, worry.)
It tuns out the flat meeting had very little to do with the bathroom anyway.
Leaf Probably 
Glad to hear you’re not getting kicked out!
Ugh, I hate cleaning the shower. And the bathroom in general. I’m not opposed to cleanliness; all than kneeling down is just hard on my knees. Which is why my bathroom isn’t always the neatest, but my kitchen looks amazing!
So, you still have a home, right? One thing I have to admit I like about living alone: no stressful meetings!
Haha, eah I still have a home – the flatties would never kick me out unless I stopped paying bills. I just tend to blow things out of proportion when I’m obsessing.
well now you can use the bathroom and know you’re not picking up any one else’s funk!! 😉
Ew… Just how gross was this shower?
Well we’re girls, so it;s not GROSS. There was just some soap scum on the glass walls that I needed to clean off to make them shiny again.
And: We’re girls so there is no funk. Just sparkles and rainbow dust. Also flowers.
Oh my God, you have *no* idea how glad I am to find out that I’m not the only one who freaks out about nothing. A friend told me last year that she was organising a surprise for me, and that she wasn’t sure if I’d like it or not. I stressed about it for THREE MONTHS…
It’s no wonder I started going grey at the age of 18!!
Captain Obvious here … if they were not small things then overattending to them would not be obsessive, right?
Don’t worry, at some point a big thing will come along and kick your butt and that will put all the small shit into perspective.
Life is Good. 🙂