I am truly a product of my environment. I cannot study, work, or relax if I know something is out of place or if my apartment is in disarray. What's worse, and strangely, the more I accumulate, the more stressed and anxious I feel. To placate these idiosyncrasies of my mind, my apartment is subject to an intensive spring cleaning once a year. Besides the usual cleaning routine, I go through each part of every room and create three piles: throw away, recycle, donate. I then re-organize anything I am keeping so I am more likely to use it, thus justifying it not being chosen for one of the three piles soon to leave the apartment. As the years have progressed, I have become more judicious in what I do and do not keep on a daily basis, so the annual spring cleanings are less and less of a production. One large bag of junk, two stuffed bags of recyclables, and a few things to donate to Good Will rounded out this year's go-round.
If I could post a photo montage of all of the wonderful confections we were tempted with today, I would. Thankfully, we lived vicariously through Campbell. She was treated with Sprinkles cupcakes, ice cream cones, chocolate dipped marshmallows, and cookies of all kinds. She enjoyed each and every bit of it, too! By the end of the day, the only way she could be convinced to eat actual food was to promise her a trip to the pool, a round of blowing bubbles, or, of course, a sugary treat.
