Not unlike almost every single parent in the country keeping up on household tasks is an exercise in futility. I say almost because some people are either just too damn organized or they have paid help. I’m neither organized nor rich enough to have someone do my dishes, so that task is largely left to me. I am the stay at home parent, so unless I want to figure out how to cover rent with my good looks (lol) then dishes are mine.
I have never made it a secret that I generally loathe cleaning (see the “About” link). So when I really bust my ass cleaning I think I totally deserve a pat on the back. Four people make quite the mess. There’s 3 longer haired girls, 2 Rainbow Looms, 2 children who are bottomless pits and need a drop cloth to eat plus we live in a dusty desert… My floors are disgusting, dishes are always dirty, and my vacuum is sure to get clogged by rubber bands soon.
In an exceedingly rare moment around here I am totally caught up on dishes. I even “Fly Lady’d” my sink last night! I cleaned it out, and then dried it. The faucet leaks so one side is not so dry… But it’s empty!!!!!
And since I am more than willing to abide by the internet rule of “pictures or it didn’t happen”…..
Also I’m going to be giving a “new” app a whirl… Unfuck Your Habitat. I can make awesome to-do lists that while in no way appropriate for my children to see are brutally honest.
That my friends is the reality of my house. My bathrooms are shameful, I shed like a dog ,my dresser is the upstairs “landing zone” for all sorts of random crap, and my kitchen generally is a complete and utter shithole 90% of the time.
No, I’ve not actually completed anything on the list yet, but oh does it make me giggle. Though I suppose I shouldn’t find that level of truth amusing now that I think about it…