Let’s get one thing out of the way before I get into this post – I am not a neat freak. I am not, by any stretch, a DIRTY person, but I am not an obsessive, clean neatnik. In face, I envy those people to the Nth degree. Those people – my mother, my best friend. Oh how I wish I could be you. (In fact – Mom, are you sure you are my mother? I didn’t inherit your spick and span nature nor your green thumb. Boo.)
Now that we’ve gotten that out there – I want to know what the hell has happened to my house. It is OUT OF CONTROL. Before the bug was born, the hubby and I would go on bi-weekly…maybe monthly cleaning sprees where we could tackle the whole house in one day, wait another month or until we were having company over and do it again. Since the bug, it’s gotten worse. We did hire a cleaning lady, who, god bless her, comes once a month. However, I still have to pick up before she comes. Why? BECAUSE I HAVE A MAJOR “PILE” problem.
Seriously, it’s really bad. I just take all the crap that is all over my house and create random piles of stuff. Hey, it looks nicer…well nicer than crap strewn about all over.
I need an intervention. I know I need an intervention because the other morning when my darling husband pointed to one of three piles on our kitchen table and barely opened his mouth – I became a heinous, defensive witch. Oh dear.
I don’t know where to start. I don’t know how to change! Somebody? ANYBODY? HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It’s so much worse post-baby. I don’t have the energy or the bandwith to deal with my house. And I know there is no way I can be the only person who feels this way.
Hubby and I both work all day 40-50 hours a week. Sometimes we travel. We come home, we make dinner, we play with the bug, we put the bug to bed and then we crash on the couch to chat, bond and watch TV. On weekends, I no more want to vacuum and clean my toilets than I want to drink straight from the toilet bowl and eat cat poo. It cannot continue this way. I need some sort of neatness vibe injected into this sad, pathetic, somewhat lazy brain of mine.
Wow. I admitted it. In writing. It’s out there. I can’t take it back. Sometimes…I AM LAZY!!!!!!!!!! Whew…I feel so much better.
But in all seriousness, does anyone have any advice? I can’t continue this way and in this economy, our treasured monthly clean sweep might have to go the way of the dinosaur.