My house is a mess.
It’s so messy that I feel guilty spending time writing and not picking up the thousand and one things spread throughout my living room, kitchen, bathroom, office (my office is the worst).
And now it’s 11:00 and I’m too tired to think about any action that doesn’t involve sitting on the couch. In fact, I’m tired enough that I will probably go straight to bed once I save this.
So, if you’re beating yourself up over not keeping your house, your car, your schedule, or anything else in your life neat and tidy, please take solace in my habits. My kitchen looks like a frat house kitchen without a housemom. My living room could double for a toy aisle mid-Christmas season at Target—crap is EVERYWHERE. My office only has one pile on the floor, but it’s the size of a pinto: magazines, papers, unfinished lists.
And I’m fine with it. Sometimes, my house isn’t supposed to be clean.
February 17, 2008 at 8:39 am |
That last statement is not true.
February 17, 2008 at 11:15 am |
Thank GOD I’m not the only one who feels this way.
February 17, 2008 at 5:28 pm |
“Sometimes, my house isn’t supposed to be clean.”
That’s what’s up! I now feel much better about not cleaning my own frat kitchen…
February 17, 2008 at 10:30 pm |
I’m still trying to convince Paul we need a cleaning lady. Wish me luck!
February 20, 2008 at 1:29 pm |
I need a cleaning lady. At least I feel better I’m not alone on this.