The Messies

My new favorite blog to read is "A Slob Comes Clean", which I find highly amusing. See, while I am not naturally a slob, I have to admit that there are times when cleaning up after other messies just wears on me. There are times when I am so tempted to let the house degrade into what would probably be "TLC Hoarders" status in no time, flat. I just get... tired. Grumpy.

Ah, well, I'm not complaining about my family. I'm just saying that it is rather exhausting, trying to keep up with everyone. My husband is a lost cause, I'm sure. After nearly 11 years of marriage, I know that it's just not worth sharp words and bickering over. Really, it's not. I know that some 'clean freak' people would probably cringe, and maybe even throw up in their mouths a little over the idea. Still, a clean house doesn't tell you that it loves you, or gives you hugs and kisses. My husband does both of those things, usually as a way of wiping the sad face off of me, after I've had to pull his dirty socks out from between a baby's teeth. It's kind of funny, but in a very gross way.

I sure do love that slobby site though. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one looking at a sink that was clean in the morning, but looks like the whole kitchen exploded all over it by dinner time. Add to that a child with such severe ADHD that she struggles to do the most simple of household chores, and twin toddlers. Well, it's me. It's all me, all the time. Sissy will get the hang of the chores at some point, and the boys will get big enough to start helping out too. I'm pretty sure that by the time that all the kids are nearing double-digit ages, I should have FAR less work to do. Um... that's just because I'm bossy. By that point, I feel that I will have earned the right to delegate work out to them. I'll just keep the jobs that I find more enjoyment in, or that would save us from wreaked clothes or a burned-down house.

That is what I really enjoy about the internet. It is easier to find people who are dealing with similar craziness, and it can be very edifying and motivating. Instead of banging my head against the wall, I can get an update that someone has today as their laundry day, and it makes me think that today would make a very nice laundry day for myself also! It also reminds me that I don't have to get everything done in one day, so I don't feel like such a failure when I go to bed at night, and I'm tripping over half-eaten bagels and legos. (Because we obviously haven't turned the dog loose in the front room yet. It's his job to clean up the food that the babies leave. I'll vacuum the crumbs. He gets the chunks. That's why we tolerate his poop in the yard.) Even though there are toys peeking out from under the edge of the sofa, I'll know that all of the laundry is clean, and none of my loved ones have to to out to work or school looking like dirty slobs... unless they want to. That is their own deal, and they won't be able to blame it on me. hehe. Tomorrow can be "dig all of the toys out of strange places day".  :)