I have had to fight the grumps all day long.
It's my house.
I detest having a house that is all out of order. Filth everywhere. My house oozes today.
Normally, I clean all evening Thursday and then most of Friday so I can enjoy a clean house all weekend long. Well, at least part of the weekend it stays clean. Normally.
But Thursday entailed a mega big school-friends playdate, so no cleaning happened Thursday. And Friday I was bushed. I had a fever and sore throat and generally felt like last week's nachos.
So again, no cleaning.
Today, I woke up, saw the awful truth, and got grumpy.
I thrive in a clean house. I get all kinds of moody when things aren't right. I have to fight hating Legos and stuffed animals. Who hates stuffed animals?
So the story goes, I am overwhelmed by mess. Mess is inevitable. The vicious cycle continues in year 6 of motherhood.
Someday I'll lick the grumpfs for good... and then, about a week later, I'll miss Legos and stuffed animals.
2 comments:
welcome to my world. I hate mess as well. I can't function outside my house if the inside of my house is a mess. It must be some sort of OCD or something. Or maybe just the organizer in me that has to have everything in its place to function. Bad news is it doesn't get any better AFTER the kids are gone. You still want the house to not be messed.
i do, i hate stuffed animals!! lol i'm constantly getting them out of the dog's crate. she takes them, gets them all slobbery, and when i go to get it from her, she pees in her bedding.- ya, she's a fear pee-er.
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