I took a step back.

“What is this? An intervention?” I asked, laughing out loud, trying to add a little comic relief to the unexpected and slightly awkward moment being shared before me.

“I think it’s time for an intervention, yes,” Clifford replied.

Me: “Seriously? You aren’t being serious…”

Clifford: “But we are being serious. It has to stop.”

Me: “What has to stop?” completely confused.

Clifford: “The cleaning. You have to stop. The piles, the stacks, the half-empty trash bags in every room … it has to stop.”

Oh.

So yeah, I sort of have a problem. I call it my adult ADD – it might be a real thing, I don’t know. The bottom line is, I am far from a clean freak. I’m a busy girl with things to do. I clean when I need to. And who actually likes cleaning anyway? The thing is, my cleaning practices are a little more like an in-house scavenger hunt …

I start cleaning. I dust, or wipe, or sweep. Then I go to move something and it happens. It’s like I find a clue. Said item doesn’t belong in the room. I must take it to its proper home. I leave what I’m doing and put it away in another place. While I’m there, I see something else out of order. Another clue. OR wow, this place needs cleaning more than the last place. So I begin to do whatever needs done. Then I get taken to another room and another or back to the first.

The hunt continues on and on. I find little treasures (or total chaos that randomly needs to be immediately addressed) in every room. To add to this hop –skipping along, a song suddenly comes on Pandora that I’ve never heard before, and I love it.  Who sings this song? I pause from my “cleaning” and take a quick seat on the edge of my bed/couch/chair to see who sings it. Someone with a $ sign in their name. hmmm, interesting…

I look them up on my phone. Let’s be real – I have to see the video, the song is just so good. So I go to Youtube. I look up the music video to the song. Then Youtube offers a suggestion of another music video I might like because of the one I just watched. Youtube! You know me so well!

The next song totally reminds me of Dawson’s Creek. They had such great soundtracks. How I LOVED Pacey Witter! And oh my gosh! I remember a great Funny or Die video with Joshua Jackson doing this Pacey-Con thing.  I need to see that again. Like right this instant. So I open my browser and watch it. I laugh. HILARIOUS! Joshua Jackson is SO funny! I wonder if he has Twitter? I bet he would be so fun to follow on Twitter. I exit the Funny or Die site and open Twitter. So many Dawson’s Creek fans on this thing … I miss that show so much! I have to watch an episode now. WAY too much nostalgia going on here. So I exit Twitter and I go to my Netflix app to find Dawson’s Creek. Wait, what is this? Netflix just added Hunger Games: Catching Fire? Hell yeah! I start the movie and am about twenty minutes in and decide I should make myself more comfortable – but, oh wait – I should get back to “cleaning”…

But you know what? I feel kinda dirty with all of this dusting and sweeping. I should actually shower. Who cares if it’s the middle of the day? I feel nasty. Then I can listen to more music on Pandora, too. I lean the broom that’d been sitting next to me on the edge of the bed/couch/chair against the wall, grab a towel and head to the bathroom.

In just thinking about preparing for the holidays and houseguests arriving next week, I realized something: my husband’s intervention changed nothing.  I do have a problem. I admit it. My adult attention span, coupled with my iphone apps and love for 90’s television gets me every time. So my house remains half-cleaned? Somehow, I’m ok with that. If you are ever a guest in my home, please understand I did try. Good intentions and all that jazz …

And if you didn’t see it, you must: