Belated Spring Cleaning (tag: Thoth)
This, then, was what it came down to. This room. It was always this room. Seshat sighed as she stood outside the doors, wondering why it was like this every year. Spring cleaning should take no more than three days, a week at the most. But here it was, nearly summer, and this room was still not taken care of to her satisfaction. Though she couldn't really blame the servants. It wasn't their fault. It was her husband's.
The fault and the room, both. Seshat had sent servants with the express purpose of cleaning up and airing out Thoth's study. It was a yearly ritual, and that room needed it more than any other in their home. Though she did her best to keep up with what accumulated in that room, Thoth always seemed to be one step ahead of her. It was not that it was a dirty room, he wouldn't stand for that any more than she would. It just was not terribly organized. It was filled with... stacks. Stacks of books, stacks of papers, and occasionally stacks of teacups that were set aside and forgotten.
And for reasons she'd never understood, the servants that were sent in there to clean never did a thorough job. They were very competent people, they did a wonderful job with the rest of the home. So the only conclusion that she could come to was that it had something to do with her husband's influence in that particular room. Not that he intimidated them or forced them to stop cleaning. Of course Thoth wouldn't do any such thing. No, it was more likely that what happened was he would look up from whatever he was fascinated with at that moment and feel the urge to share. She knew very well what a heady feeling it was to discover something new with Thoth. That would cause enough of a distraction that a good deal might be forgotten. Such as actually cleaning up the study so that Thoth could continue to make his discoveries without being buried in piles of papers.
So, once again, it fell to her to do what needed to be done. Every year she hoped, but every year she knew that she would be standing outside these doors. It was best to do it now, when her husband was out, so that it would be a happy surprise for him when he arrived home. She hadn't seen him for a few hours, nor heard from any of the servants that they had seen him, so she had no idea when he left and therefore no idea when he might be back. Doing this quickly would be not only efficient but recommended. Because as soon as he walked back in, she would be just as likely as any of the others to be pulled into his enthusiasm for his newest find. And though she wouldn't forget to tidy up as the mortals would, it would slow her down considerably. She really had a terrible time refusing her Thoth anything.
Her hand went to the knob and turned, then she pushed the door open and paused, looking it over. It was not as bad as anticipated. Not as bad as it had been some previous years. But there was still enough to keep her occupied for the next few hours. First step, obviously, would be the desk. She could work out from that point. With determined steps, Seshat made her way to the main piece of furniture in the room and reached for the nearest stack.