I think it might be a physical impossibility for my room to stay clean for longer than 48 hours. Actually, my room tends to be an organized mess… my bed on the other hand is a giant pile of clean clothes.
Every morning I tend to try on at least two outfits and no more than five. In a rush as usual those clothes then get tossed upon my bed. At the end of my work, do I hang them back up? NO. So the pile grows and with Eloy living down in Southern California I have no need for that other half of the bed.
Tonight I tired of looking at the pile. I hung everything back up and threw those few items that were a LITTLE overdue for washing into the hamper. I took a shower. I came in to my room…
Right now, to my left… Wife beater and bra.
I rest my case.