My Showroom House
What a joke!!! I cannot begin to fathom how people live in showroom-like homes???!! It doesn't matter how long I am busy cleaning up our little love shack, it always seems like such a mess. Every chance I get to throw somethign away, three new things come in it's place. And, as everyone already knows, laundry is my big downfall. I just can't keep up with it, and I despise doing it. I have piles of clothes eevrywhere...even when all of the clothes are clean, we tend to live out of a basket...or the chair in my room, or the top of the desk in the kids rooms, or...well, you get the idea. I don't know what kind of block I have that prevents me from seeing the laundry through from dirty piles to wash machine, dryer, and then folded, ironed, and put away. But, once those babies are washed and I know that we'll all have at least something clean to cover our bodies each morning, I feel like I'm done. So, anyway, my clean house (or dirty) always has stacks of clothes lying around. And, my kids consider it normal if there's nothing in their closet to wear. They know to go check my bed, my chair, the ironing board (which I use to hold the piles I pull from the dryer...why would I need the iron?)...or if all else fails, there's usually something sorta half-wrinkly in the dryer. I totally stink at housekeeping. I never claim to be anything but mediocre. My life motto is claimed in a special place hanging over my kitchen door: A clean house is a sign of a misspent life...and I believe that. Yet, a clean house also shows pride, gives you a feeling a freedom, makes the stress less noticeable, and allows you to bring people through the front door without quickly running to hide when the bell rings. It's all about balance. And my scale is tilted a bit too far in the "other" direction. Time to put on those gloves and that mask and see what can be accomplished in getting my life in order...and getting these stacks of clothes put into their proper place in the closets!