So instead of doing something creatively productive, I’ve decided to clean Supergenius HQ. Since the downstairs is often cleaned because people see that I jumped right to the second floor.

This is not fun. People who like cleaning, I will never understand them. Ever. It’s a dusty, dirty task that leads easily to distraction and dissatisfaction. So there you are trying to be a good homeowner and being dissed in your very own house.

See, this is the problem with cleaning. Cleaning is no fun and has low rewards, but redecorating? That’s great gobs of fun and filled with all kinds of rewards. So there you are trying to dust the desk and put away the nonfiction when you decide that it’s been a year since you’ve painted the Fortress of Solitude and wouldn’t it be grand if you had a nice reading chair up here? Surely you’d spend more time in here if only you had a comfy chair.

Then of course, the only logical thing to do is abandon the half put-away nonfiction to visit Shelterific, Apartment Therapy, and Decor8 to look for funky, comfy chairs, and colors for the master bedroom that has been laying abandoned for nearly a year, and maybe something you can do with your bathroom and make up for the fact that this place doesn’t have a linen closet. Then you start dreaming about how all the stuff over at Boob-ha-ha would look so awesome in your new rooms.

And after you do all that? Who wants to clean? We want to break out the credit cards and buy that new king-size bed and the comfy chair.

But whoa, just as your about to break out the 3-digit security code on the Discover you realize that if you buy the bed and the solution to the lack of a linen closet and the new chair, you’re gonna have to finish painting. And that? That’s probably way more work than just finishing cleaning the joint.