We’ve almost owned our house for 5 years (this December) -
that is 260 weekends to fill with worry about cleanliness and organization
I have spent many Saturday mornings running around with the vacuum and duster,
frantically cleaning up from the long week of work, meals, rushing out the door
Praying no one stops by for a visit past the foyer
(sticking my head out the door to answer the neighbor’s questions)
before I get that last dog nosed smudge off the patio door
But since this summer has been crammed with cabin building, weddings, tubing
trips, concerts, family reunions, happy hours, appointments,
I have given up hope in keeping a clean house – spending the couple hours home
each day playing ball, talking to my husband, catching up with friends online
My merry maid tools stay hidden in the back of the closet instead:
the dog hair now floats across the floor, the bathroom counter is coated
with hairspray and contact solution, the pictures have a 2 inch layer of dust;
If you stop by, I will have to apologize for the mess,
but when given the choice between a full life and a clean house,
I choose to create memories with the people I love
rather than continue my pursuit to have a perfect home.
My bathroom counter
My cleaning addiction was so bad, I even made Willow participate
(Crap, I have company coming! Got to go so I can clean!)
Good for you, keep having fun!!!