Well, I'm coming clean. My house is a wreck. Yep, I said it. It's a wreck today and it was yesterday and probably will be tomorrow and most likely will be in a year and 6 days from now. I hear that the first step to any problem is acceptance. Here it is, I hate cleaning. I really, really hate it. Some may say that you hate cleaning but hate a dirty house more. Not me. I hate cleaning. I hate laundry. Rarely is my house clean and my laundry done. Crap falls out of my cupboards when I open them. My laundry is in a giant pile. Sometimes the pile is so bad I can't open(or close, depending on the location of the pile) my closet door. We save money on paper by drawing in the dust on the piano instead. I've lived in my house 6 years and the high windows have not been cleaned on the outside. I think I last washed the walls just to clean them and not to clean off a spill in 2004.
This isn't a new phenomenon. Think of what part of my life you knew me and and you'll find an example of my mess.
Grade School: Mine was the desk that the lid didn't really close because it was loaded with crap.
High School: Giant backpack filled with everything you might need...if you could find it.
College: Dorm room from hell...clothes everywhere but in the dresser.
Work: Doesn't a messy desk mean that you are good at multi-tasking? Thank goodness Randall had a messy desk to. He's forever endeared in my heart.(messys have to stick together)
Mom: Well...come on over, but don't call first.
The real problem is that I have intentions of being all organized and clutter free. I just have so many other things I'd like to do more. Before you call social services though, my counters are wiped off, dishes are always done and the bathrooms are clean. The rest just gets away from me. I learned in college that there is a big difference in effort required between an A and an B+. Pretend that my house is a B+ ...even though it's probably close to a C or D. So, if you come over and see my house in it's natural state, know that while you'll have crumbs between your toes, you won't get a disease. If you come over and it's clean, know that I tried, but don't look too close. Close your eyes and ignore the details. Focus on the fact that I'm so happy you're my friend and love me in spite of my slacker tendencies.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Confessions of a Slacker
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I love your hyperbole. Listening to you or reading your blog is pure entertainment. We need to hang out more. Now we can be blog buddies. Hang in there with the building stuff. Eventually there will be carpet and paint. YAY!!!
You are not alone!!! I am the worst at keeping a good cleaning schedule. Check out this website, it is great at helping you get a schedule and slowly decluttering. Do it before you move, you will be happy you did. www.flylady.net.
i like to think of the messy house as normal. The ones who keep their homes spotless, now those are the crazies!!! That logic makes me feel better about myself....
Don't feel bad, I have never been caught up on Laundry...just when I think that I am caught up, the day ends the next day begins and my laundry baskets are full again. There is always taking us from our attention to the home. I am glad to hear I am not alone. Just a note...I am more uncomfortable in a house that doesn't look like it is even lived in.
Audrey I love you no matter what. I think with young children it is so hard to keep anything spotless clean and to have laundry all done. I clean my house a good 10 times a day but it still isn't the way I like it (thank you Kaysen).
You are one up on me if your bathrooms are clean. Have fun in Mexico-hope you can make it to book club
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