{not} Cleaning

I don't like cleaning. It's no joke. Call me lazy, spoiled, or whatever else you'd like... But, at least I'm honest. There are a million things I would rather do that clean base boards or mop the floor for the millionth time. 

And yet, I hate having a dirty house. I need to trade in 1/2 my ADHD for some OCD, for real. I love when my house is clean. I get mortified at the thought of people seeing my house dirty.  I don't like for Quinn to come home and the house to be a mess. 

But, I hate cleaning. 

 

I know, people think "you're a teacher. You're off all summer..your house sould be spotless." And I know people think that because, I used to be one. And all school year long, I keep a running list of things I will get finished over Thanksgiving break, or Christmas break, or spring break, or summer break..... And in my 3 years of teaching- I've probably crossed off half of those things. I just can't find enough hours in the day. I mean, I probably could find the time...but, I'd rather fill that time with water park trips or taking Eli to the park, or going the the river or the lake, or hanging out with my friends, or making plans for the upcoming school year, or fitting in all of the appointments that I can't make during the school year, or watching tv, or sleeping, or doing practically anything else besides organizing the closets or going through the stupid Tupperware cabinet.  (Does anyone else have a random cabinet filled with mixed matched bowls and lids...how does that get so messed up so easily?!) 

Plus, when I'm off..Eli is off. And cleaning with your kid at home is like brushing your teeth while eating Oreos. 

I have spent a great deal of time this week going through stuff and getting rid of crap that we don't need. And I swear, when I go to bed at night... The Hoarding Fairy stops by and drops off a new load of crap. I had big plans to dedicate this entire week to getting my house cleaned and organized before we go back to school, but... I must have sold my motivation in the yard sale this week because I cannot find it anywhere. 

So, we will live another day not being able to find stuff (matching socks are so last year, anyway), avoiding opening the hallway closet (it is a board game avalanche waiting to happen), and testing the laundry pile on the couch (I wonder if it will touch the ceiling before it falls over). But, we will make memories. And we will be happy and healthy. And if you don't like that... Don't come visit. We live here. It may look like a mess to you, but it's filled with laughter and funny stories waiting to happen.

And besides, the windows are too dirty for people to see inside, anyway. ;) 

  I guess, I'm off to clean.

And by clean, I mean drink wine and spray everything with febreeze. 

😘