I’m going to clean up the house this week. No really, I am. Ok, I’m at least going to try.
My house is a wreck. At least it is to me. It might seem hazmat material or perfectly clean to you, depending on what your own personal messiness scale is. There’s no garbage on the floor. Except for some food near the highchair, and this diaper I just found that somehow got kicked under the playpen. Oh, and there’s that empty chip bag that was cracking Squeaker up earlier because it crinkles.
There are toys everywhere. They’re like tribbles. How did I end up with so many toys? And why won’t they stay in the play room? Not that anyone plays with these toys. I put the toys away. Then they end up all over the living room despite the fact that I never actually see the kids playing with them. But the kids play with everything else, which explains the rest of the mess. Well, most of it. Shoes are apparently toys. So are pots, pans, spoons, paper cups (the real ones are too high to reach), pillows, paper towels, DVD cases, remote controls, sponges, diapers, towels, cardboard tubes, boxes, clothes, you get the idea. If it’s not a toy, it gets played with and strewn about the house. If it is a toy, it just gets strewn about the house.
I don’t really straighten up very often. It seems like the house hits this plateau of messy, where if I wait a few days it’s not really going to look any worse. Conversely, if I do clean the house it will look as if I’ve done absolutely nothing within 24-48 hours.
So, back to cleaning up this week. I’ve decided to go room by room. Monday, livning room; Tuesday, kitchen; Wednesday, bedrooms; Thursday, bathrooms; Friday, rest, maybe. A thorough spring cleaning. Get rid of clothes that don’t fit, stuff that we don’t use much, maybe even start packing for out move this summer.
I’m just so tired of the clutter.
Wish me luck.