It’s my mom’s fault. I can say that because she reads this blog and will take me to task for ratting on her.
When I was in high school, I was a straight-A student. Shocking, I know. But as I reward for such behavior, she would ask if I wanted to stay home that day and clean the house. Apparently ditching was acceptable if there was housework involved.
Being the great student that I was, naturally, I said yes.
After a morning cleaning, my mom always treated me to lunch at Taco Bell. Enchiritos were always my go-to food. Back then they usually came with lettuce and tomatoes in addition to the olives. Yum.
As an adult, ditching is now called a sick or vacation day. Wednesday was a vacation day. I couldn’t believe the overwhelming urge I had to clean the house because I was off. Thank God I was saved by books. I was, able with effort and not a little guilt, to read until the feeling mostly passed.
Cleaning the house can wait until the weekend and its regularly scheduled time:D.
Until next time.
I was assigned a lot of housecleaning as a kid. I can’t let anything go uncleaned now. Not OCD, just organized.
I remember Enchiritos from years ago. I don’t eat fast food and rarely did back in the day, but when I did, it was TB.