I know I run
the risk that it is pathetic and potentially boring to post about the
overwhelming mess that is my house.
Maybe even sadder is the fact that this domestic havoc is in the forefront
of my brain and I cannot see anything else. I feel like a domestic nincompoop because of
my inadequacies in taming the papers that have mushroomed on every available
surface and the grit that is pebbled all over my floors. Everywhere I look I see visual chaos - stacks of books, clothes that need to be folded and
put away, drawers that need to be emptied out and organized and pictures that
need to be artfully hung.
I fear that
I am one pile away from being a guest star on Hoarders.
I may be
slightly exaggerating - It really isn’t that bad. There aren’t vermin making habitrails out of
piles of O magazine. I am not clutching
to cracked Christmas ornaments and baby clothes crying that someday my
daughters will want that shit-stained onesie for her own child.
The party of summer is over, the mêlée of the girls successive birthdays in August and September is complete (except for Katie’s thank you notes – Arrrgh!) and the groove of school is upon us. My house is a mess. A time-consuming, fixable mess that I resent having to clean.
I'll get to it later.
Can't seem to catch up over here either. Maybe we should clean each other's houses.
ReplyDeleteI must be a bit drunky - I am considering this suggestion
ReplyDeleteMy beautiful basement! OH how I wish I had your basement! We have been cleaning out and selling the baby stuff and got new sofas and everything and this is my advice because I read some great advice on my new favorite site, Apartment Therapy.co. Check out their posts for five minutes, get inspired and then get to work. Just do one project a day, only fifteen minutes max and you will have your place picked up and perfectly pleasant in a week. And give yourself a break. You are my mom hero! I love you!
ReplyDeleteI wish I had you in my basement! (Does that sound Silence of the Lambs creepy?)
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