My house is disgusting. There is stuff everywhere. Bandaid wrappers, little pieces of food, toys, clothes…stuff everywhere.
I am so frustrated. I’ve spent most of time this week cleaning. Cleaning! I have done laundry every day and cleaned up the laundry room just to wake up the next morning and find that all my hard work isn’t even noticeable.
I have cleaned my kitchen until it sparkles every day, to wake up the following day to sticky counter tops and gritty floors.
It’s starting to wear on my nerves. I’m on the fence between conceding defeat, quitting cleaning all together, and waiting about a year to call “Clean House” or “Hoarders” and locking every member of my family outside with one change of clothes. I wonder if seeing my house clean would be as satisfying if I was looking in with my nose pressed against the window?
What do you do to keep from losing your sanity while trying to clean while your kids destroy your house at the same time?
Get a maid!
I agree with Elizabeth.. Sometimes, you just gotta let someone else take over.. I fought this for many years but when my writing was increasing and my daughter was growing, I just needed a way to balance things.. So, now I have someone come in to clean and dust(we live in a very dusty place!) while I can spend time with my daughter or writing.
Oh my! That sounds VERY familiar! LOL Only mine are old enough to clean up after themselves…and they DO, but the admiration of my clean home is short-lived, as it soon returns to the way it was.
Forgot to add that I'm coming over from the Lady Bloggers Society Tea Party! Nice to "meet" you!
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