I just read a comic strip that had a mom of two telling her sister that she had "Soccer mom aspirations with slacker mom results." I thought, "yeah! That's it!" We can get our house clean and organized and looking pretty good despite all of the baby stuff around the house. Then give us a few days and you'd think we had a house of 13 instead of a house of 3.
Let me make it clear that I don't have any goals or dreams what-so-ever of having a "perfect" house. We live in it - it's going to look lived in, and I'm alright with that. But when the dust bunnies start taking on personalities of their own and the bottom of our shower is slick with mysterious soap stuff because I can't remember the last time I cleaned it with real cleaner (not down on my hands and knees at the end of my shower using my good washrag to clean the floor), then it's time to do something different. I'm halfway embarrased to write this, I know my mother would cringe at the thought of a dirty house, and my sweet Hubby would tell me that it's okay because he knows how blasted tired we've been the past month and a half fighting a lack of sleep and a few respiratory infections. So, why am I telling the entire cyber world that my house is in desperate need of a thorough cleaning? Because then maybe I'll shame myself into not watching the recorded season finale of Desperate Housewives tonight, and instead I'll clean our bathrooms. And then tomorrow night, maybe I'll forgo dawdling at Wal-Mart and get myself home to clean the floors. Or maybe I'll appease my sense of guilt and buy a box of Ho-Hos then go home and give the dust bunnies names of their own...we'll see.
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