Sunday evening I harvested about 17 dirty diapers from our upstairs alone. Just in time for garbage day.
It was starting to smell like a barnyard.
Last month I cleaned out my car and uncovered a fossilized partially eaten cheeseburger and a ziplock bag of grapes that had chemically transformed into a white foamy substance.
Sick, you say.
Yesterday I re-ran a load of laundry doused in baking soda and vinegar in efforts to counteract the mildew that had been multiplying the fabric threads for 2 days.
Our junk "corner" made a move 6 months ago to the junk "drawer" and now we've made a new home for it in the junk "cabinet" because it seems to keep growing and growing and growing.
I bet there are unpaid bills hiding in there? Or maybe our Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes check?
Now, REWIND 2 1/2 years to a tidier time:
I distinctly remember being fat with child, having just finished off my final days as an educator, and basking in my last two months of freedom before baby #1 made his grand entrance. Most of my days were spent shuffling around the house tidying up a room or corner here and there. I took pride in a clean house. I enjoyed organizing a space until it visually dazzled me! I was a clean person. Maybe even a neat freak, to some(that might be going overboard).
Then, I would call a friend. One who was in the midst of a life with kids. And after hearing about my day of cleaning she would say something like,
"Oh, you just wait til you have kids!"
Well, you know what my reaction was, right?
Oh sure. That won't be me. A clean house will always be a priority. And on and on...
Well, dangit. She was right.
It is hard with kids. It seems like where one mess is cleaned another mess is made.
So what I want to know is....
Is anyone else feeling this way?
What is your worst cleaning problem?
What is the grossest thing in your house?
Can you "one up" the petrified cheeseburger?
And PS.... if you have a "merry maid" then please come clean!
and PPS....I hope this is not the visual picture you have of my house: