I am going to be honest here for a moment. I want to confess to you, my readers, something that you should know about me. It may be quite surprising, so hopefully you are sitting down.
I HATE HOUSEWORK!
I see you there, gasping for air in shock and awe. Well darn it, its the truth.
I hate dishes, mopping, sweeping, dusting, vacuuming, wiping things down, taking time to clean...bleck. Oh and I especially hate the bathrooms and laundry.
So where, may I ask is my merry maid? I think I deserve one...I think all of us at some point deserves one. I am a stay at home mom of a little stinker (good stinker, but stinker none the less).
And the cleaning has gotten worse - that mushed up animal crackers in the rug, the cherrios I step on all the time, and that melted cheese cube I missed that got in the corner. Yup, I have a baby that gets most food on the floor and than in his mouth. Someone tell me they start to get it in the mouth eventually. (then again, I still can't always make it in my mouth.)
The one thing I do love - cooking. I could cook all day. And bake, I love to cook and bake and make things with food. And I am getting more adventurous with my cooking. I even made pork roast recently. PORK ROAST - ME? What! Oh yah, I am like the poor girls Racheal Ray! Actually, I love Paula Deen and I agree - it's better with butter! :) So if you ever want to come over for dinner, let me know.
But when it comes back to the rest of home things - just call me a maid and let me go out and come back to a spotless home! Now, don't get me wrong, I do clean - if I didn't do some cleaning I'd lose what's left of my mind! Seriously, I would!
Anyways, now that I have complained about my issues - I am off to clean! You know why? Because I see you there, staring at me as if I am a big girl and can clean! Fine, I will stop with the guilt already!
2 days ago
2 comments:
I never minded cleaning until I had a child. And now it's always looming. The house is NEVER clean. NEVER. As soon as one thing is clean, Henry destroys it.
So I've learned to embrace dirt and mess. It's freeing, except when I sit down and get stuck to the furniture because somebody's sticky banana fingers were smeared all over the couch.
tee hee. :) I was telling someone the other day, "I do clean, but my house is never all clean at the same time." For example, I sweep my floors on Thursday, and vacuum on Tuesday, (more if necessary), but when I have company I get stressed b/c my house has to be all clean at the same time. :) And, yeah, my version of clean has gone WAY down since I had Z! :)
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