Thus says the Lord of the Manor, the Common Household Husband: Once a year, yea, even at the turn of the year, you shall make atonement for the mess you have kept all year on your desk.
|My desk and environs in June 2012. Just awful.|
You shall not use as an excuse that you are managing your aunt’s finances; neither shall you say that you must do paid work. For lo these four weeks, your company has not sent your paycheck, and so you shall cease working until the season of the arrival of the money has arrived. My lips are full of wrath at this; assuage my wrath by cleaning off your desk.
On the last day of the year, from the sunrise to the setting of the sun, you shall go through all the papers. You shall move them from your desk to the recycle bin – you shall show no mercy to these papers, for they are an abomination to me.
|The recycle bin, half-way through my New Year's Eve task.|
And on the first day of the first month we shall rejoice and be glad as we take our recycle bin to the Abitibi paper bin at the elementary school.
Thus says the Common Household Mom: Truly, after cleaning off my desk, I shall eat with gladness, drink with joy, and find satisfaction in the toilsome labor on this day. For the cleanliness of the desk will not last long, so I had better celebrate now.
|Not perfect, but it's the best it's going to get.|