I am half-tempted to take tomorrow off from academics and tell the boys that we’re having full day of Home Economics, i.e. Housekeeping 101.
Seriously, I’m about to blow from the mess around this house! There is just STUFF everywhere! And where did we get all this STUFF??? And why does it multiply into even more STUFF while I am sleeping, then redistribute its spawn all over my house?
And why do people laugh when I say that my ideal Christmas, birthday or anniversary gift is a maid service? I know I’m a kidder, but I am not joking when I say that.
Of course, it’s pathetic that with two grown adults and two kids old enough to do most any cleaning task, that the house even gets in this state to begin with. Part of our problem is that, unlike most marriages, where one partner is the organized, tidy one and the other is the creative, messy one, Donnie and I are both “The Creative One.” There is no naturally-organized person living here.
I have a message for anyone who would like to nominate me for one of those cleaning/home renovation TV shows: DO IT! Please! I will NOT be offended. 😆