I. Hate. It.
Despise it.
Loathe it.
Abhor it.
I would rather do just about ANYTHING else . . . except change dirty diapers.
Oh, wait — I already do that too.
{le sigh}
It’s not so much the act of cleaning that I dislike — it’s the “doing it over and over and over every single day” that wears. me. OUT.
It just NEVER stops.
After every meal, the kitchen needs cleaned again.
Every day, the entire downstairs needs cleaned again thanks to the plethora of toys and cheerios my kids manage to scatter everywhere.
We have wooden floors that constantly need swept (again and again) because of the Houston dust and grass that invades my home.
The bathrooms always need cleaned. We’re still potty-training. ‘Nuff said.
I’ll be honest — sometimes, I’m so SICK of cleaning that I just . . . don’t.
For . . .a couple of days. . . I “don’t.”
Is my house pretty during that time? No.
Is it disgusting during that time? No. I don’t let it reach the point of violating health codes — I just don’t worry about keeping it spic and span during these “days.”
(Don’t judge.)
I wish and l-o-n-g for the days when my kidlets are big enough to clean up after themselves and have chores.
Oh, how I wish for those days!
(that’s not bad, is it?)
I’m just over picking up the same toys every day . . . .cleaning the same messes every day . . .sweeping the same floors every day.
(But not the laundry — Hubby does that. Yes, all of it. Yes, he’s awesome.)
Am I alone in this? Or are all of you cleaning superstars?
Oh, you are? You LOVE to clean? You’re one of “those” people?
Wanna come over to my house?
(seriously)
