I don't know how these domestic goddesses do it. My house is nearing sty status. One would think because I'm always home I might be able to pull this mess together - but one would be wrong. Silly one. Who does one think I am?
I have never been what one would call a clean person - but I try to be neat. I typically try to have things in their place or at the very least shoved under the bed. Vacuuming, sweeping, dusting and scrubbing are my sore points though. But at the moment I have failed on both fronts. I just can't find the time to clean during the day. During Noah's waking hours I'm too busy trying to entertain him and tend to his every whim. He takes two naps during the day but that time flies by so quickly because I'm trying to cram so many things in to my only "me" time. I need to eat something, fill dishwasher/empty dishwasher, collect laundry/start laundry/shift laundry/fold laundry/put away laundry, blog, check email, read online a little, and plan dinner. And I can't even get all that in. I TRY to clean during weekends. Mark and I will sometimes take turns watching baby and cleaning the house. But weekends have been a blur of activities lately and very little time at home. So the result is a pig pen. We really need to scrub this place down this weekend. OH how I dread it. I don't suppose one would like to help me?
Noah doesn't have a fever today thankfully. And he stopped rubbing his eyes, nose and mouth - which the pediatrician said could be signs of oncoming cold symptoms or a headache. But he's still pretty whiny and clingy. In fact I feel a touch whiny and clingy today too.
I'm sorry to say that my stepfather is back in the hospital. He's at Grand View this time. His blood is a mess apparently and they're keeping him to check his kidneys, clean his blood and other assorted fun things. Hopefully he'll be back out in a few days.
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poor larry. will you be travelling back up to quakertown then?
re: housework. this is part of the reason sean and I never see each other. I'm not a "clean" person either, and shoving things where people can't see them is my forte. but sean is a relatively "clean" person (when it doesn't come to hygiene, ha ha) and so he chooses to stay up late or forego watching survivor and apprentice to clean. more power to him. but then he's not sitting next to me watching tv.
bella must think that it's impossible for her daddy and her mommy to exist in the same room.
I'd gladly forfeit a clean house for more time with my husband, but then again it's nice to sit in a clean house sometimes.
I struggle with cleaning vs. straightening too. I spend so much time straightening, that I never get to clean. Once the layer of crap that has settled on any level surface in the house has been dealt with, who has time to freakin' mop? In addition to that, it's not as if it's something I enjoy doing, plus it never stays done, so the insentive to make time is pretty much nill.
My hubby, bless his twisted little heart, thinks that cleaning consists of spraying lysol liberally on all the mess. That somehow the lysol will disintigrate all the stuff. ???
I also hate that I have to choose what will be clean. If I have time to actually CLEAN the bathroom, the living room will look like total shit because Soph trashed it while I was cleaning. If a miracle occurs and I actually can dust and mop, the laundry totally piles up.
Let's not even mention yard work or home improvement projects.
I'm so glad Noah is feeling better--and thanks for checking out my little sis's blog. I'm more a Mormon of the Dooce variety--can't believe I stayed on the wagon for as long as I did, and am SO GLAD TO BE OFF! Katy is still totally on the wagon, but I try not to beg her to join me and the other infidels. Maybe some day.
I am also a straightener, not a cleaner. And what looks like a mess to someone is not a mess to me because I know where everything is!
I am sorry to hear about your stepdad. I hope he gets to come home soon.
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