I don’t know how my mother did it. With two children, two dogs, a cat and a husband – I never remember our house looking like a tornado had swept through it as I was growing up.
And now? Now that I find myself with my own house, I can’t seem to keep a damn thing clean! I have a fiance, his friend and a dog that live here. You’d think I’d be able to keep up but I can’t.
I can spend all day on Sunday cleaning. Scrubbing floors, walls, vacuuming, cleaning counters. And by Monday night? It doesn’t even look like I’ve touched a thing! And it’s not that the boy’s don’t pick up after themselves, because they do, they really do. But, it’s the little things that get left behind that drive me absolutely insane. Example – sugar granules on the counter from the bowl of cereal someone had in the morning. I know the boy’s just don’t see it, but it drives me batty. And it’s these little things that I can spend all night doing. Ok, maybe not all night but a good hour or more. It’s the small things like cleaning the fingerprints off of the refrigerator, wiping off the stove, dusting the tv, filling ice cube trays. A bunch of little things every night add up to a lot of time! And I can’t imagine how I’m going to not go insane once we have kids who will make even more messes!
So, am I just not cleaning the right way? Am I too anal about my house and it’s level of cleanliness? Or was my Mother just superwoman?
