Messy House
I sit around and view the small expanse of my house and think... how in the world did it get this dirty?
Well, one reason could be the surgery my husband did a few days ago in the kitchen to get the broken dishwasher out. I could add that he accidently broke a water pipe which got stinky, nasty, fetid water that had been stuck in the dishwasher for a month all over my floor... it smelt like rotten eggs.
Or could it be the table COMPLETELY covered in scapbooking stuff. I'm trying to finish Lyric's first year scrapbook in time for her birthday party in a few weeks... which reminds me that I never got those invitations out today... crap.
Maybe it's the clean laundry sitting there, begging to be folded... or maybe the dishes that have to be hand washed waiting in the sink... could it be the food that Jon didn't clean up after we got done eating, sitting on the stove needing to be put in tupperware and placed in the fridge?
Maybe its the diet coke cans littered about the house along with small board books, which Lily has dropped and picked up a dozen times since she has the attention span of a 1 year old... which obviously she is.
Could it be 2 ride-along cars and a play kitchen sitting in the living room next to the basket of other toys and books begging the question... is this a living room or a nursery?
Or wait, maybe it's the 5 no 6 pairs of shoes I can count sitting in the living room...
Let's not even venture into what could be called a master bedroom, though there is nothing masterful about it. What with the sheets that need to be changed, the closet that needs to be cleaned out, the 40 some odd pair of shoes that need to be reorganized... not including the dirty clothes beginning to pile up behind the door.
Care to know about the bathroom with bath toys strewn about the bathtub. Do I pick them up when I take a shower, or just step around them... you're right... step around them.
Then there is Lyric's room, which I haven't picked up since her cousins came over for the evening and got all the books, puzzles and games out...
But here I am.
Sitting on the couch writing this blog instead of doing anything about it.
Well you know what?! I worked 8 1/2 hours today, picked up my daughter from the sitter, scrapbooked 3 months of her life, played with her, fed her, cleaned her up, put her to bed (twice), cuddled with the hubby, and uploaded some pictures.
I'm way too dang tired to do anything else.
So looks like the dirty house will remain a dirty house for another day (at least). By the way, no one's invited over to my house.
Here are a few pics from the evening:
Pretty girl
She is telling the dog to "shhhh", but she doesn't know how to do it yet with just one finger.
Hanging out with mommy. I scrapbooked, she read her books
Yummy spaghetti!
So now I'm off to bed to read my new book, The Shack...
Oh and is anyone else sad that this is the last season of Wildfire?? Or maybe I'm the only one who watches it, hence the last season of Wildfire.
Well, one reason could be the surgery my husband did a few days ago in the kitchen to get the broken dishwasher out. I could add that he accidently broke a water pipe which got stinky, nasty, fetid water that had been stuck in the dishwasher for a month all over my floor... it smelt like rotten eggs.
Or could it be the table COMPLETELY covered in scapbooking stuff. I'm trying to finish Lyric's first year scrapbook in time for her birthday party in a few weeks... which reminds me that I never got those invitations out today... crap.
Maybe it's the clean laundry sitting there, begging to be folded... or maybe the dishes that have to be hand washed waiting in the sink... could it be the food that Jon didn't clean up after we got done eating, sitting on the stove needing to be put in tupperware and placed in the fridge?
Maybe its the diet coke cans littered about the house along with small board books, which Lily has dropped and picked up a dozen times since she has the attention span of a 1 year old... which obviously she is.
Could it be 2 ride-along cars and a play kitchen sitting in the living room next to the basket of other toys and books begging the question... is this a living room or a nursery?
Or wait, maybe it's the 5 no 6 pairs of shoes I can count sitting in the living room...
Let's not even venture into what could be called a master bedroom, though there is nothing masterful about it. What with the sheets that need to be changed, the closet that needs to be cleaned out, the 40 some odd pair of shoes that need to be reorganized... not including the dirty clothes beginning to pile up behind the door.
Care to know about the bathroom with bath toys strewn about the bathtub. Do I pick them up when I take a shower, or just step around them... you're right... step around them.
Then there is Lyric's room, which I haven't picked up since her cousins came over for the evening and got all the books, puzzles and games out...
But here I am.
Sitting on the couch writing this blog instead of doing anything about it.
Well you know what?! I worked 8 1/2 hours today, picked up my daughter from the sitter, scrapbooked 3 months of her life, played with her, fed her, cleaned her up, put her to bed (twice), cuddled with the hubby, and uploaded some pictures.
I'm way too dang tired to do anything else.
So looks like the dirty house will remain a dirty house for another day (at least). By the way, no one's invited over to my house.
Here are a few pics from the evening:
Pretty girl
She is telling the dog to "shhhh", but she doesn't know how to do it yet with just one finger.
Hanging out with mommy. I scrapbooked, she read her books
Yummy spaghetti!
So now I'm off to bed to read my new book, The Shack...
Oh and is anyone else sad that this is the last season of Wildfire?? Or maybe I'm the only one who watches it, hence the last season of Wildfire.
posted by Des at
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
2 Comments:
I am laughing reading your blog, because I can SO relate with the whole house thing. I was a little better when I only had one child, then #2 came along and you can forget about the house EVER being clean again. I swear a few weeks ago, my husband was so furious with me about the house, I thought he was going to get a divorce or something serious....he was scaring me......so much that I spent the whole day cleaning and my house is manageable now....NOT!! Or at least he hasn't seen all the closets yet. The scary thing about this is that I don't work outside my house.....there is no excuse why my house can't stay clean...my husband would say because I can't keep my nose out of the computer ALL DAY LONG!!! Hmmmmm....he might be right. OH WELL, we only live once.
my favorite post of yours yet; the evidence of a writer.
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