The thing about cleaning is that it’s never done. I have never had a clean house- like, every room actually clean all at the same time. Is that normal? Or are you freaking out a bit. The thing with cleaning is that, I like when things are clean, and I don’t even mind the process- but if I am being completely honest, I only do the laundry because I get tired of re-wearing the same bra and listening to my kids whine about not having any clean socks. They are like sock monsters and never seem to have enough. I vacuum my floors when I know crawling kids are coming over, or when I have stepped on one too many granola bar crumbs.
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I need to interject on the subject of bras. Whenever my mom came to visit she would comment on the state of my unmentionables- they were looking a little bit like I lived in the dirty 30’s and fabric was about as scarce as bread. I hate bra shopping- even more so now that I have 3 kids. With nursing, it’s just gotten even more complicated- I mean, what sizes am I? #loppy
However, I had a revelation. As much as I hate shopping for those things, I just started buying new bras and underwear. Life changed. Do IT! I have like 5 bras that actually fit. I got measured and everything. I was totally wearing the wrong size. My mom was so proud of me when she was here at Christmas. Thanks mom.
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My sister and I recently talked about making beds, and I’ll be honest- I like to make my bed everyday. It’s a very basic compilation: a duvet and 4 pillows, sometimes a throw or a quilt. It gets messed up by my kids crawling on it just about everyday, because obviously made beds are for hiding in, but I do actually make it, and that’s what counts. I’ve parred back on my throw pillow obsession in an attempt to maintain peace in the marriage.
Today I realized I have a 12% tolerance for cleaning. I don’t want to spend more than 12% of my day cleaning. The trouble is, at that rate things will never be clean. I figure my kids can work at least twice as fast at making messes, as I can cleaning them up, and there are 3 of them. The toddler definitely is 3 times as fast, and seeing as how I have to put a plethora of random things on counters and shelves out of her reach: ie. marker lids, blush brushes, walkie talkies and remotes, she really unbalances the cleaner to messer ratio. Pencil crayons… don’t even get me started, so far she has only colored on the walls with chalk. My boys have started telling her everything is hot so she won’t touch it, but I don’t think it’s working. As an aside, I have an unusually sizeable collection of pencils in my house. It’s almost ridiculous.
At this very moment I am avoiding the 3+ laundry baskets of clean laundry that need to be put away. I don’t know why, but I always avoid putting laundry away… I am also trying to ignore the crying toddler in the monitor who suddenly decided she won’t nap today, even though she is so irrational and ridiculous. This is our second attempt. Did I mention we have had 8 million things on this week, and it just keeps on keeping on. I want to leave my house with a non napping toddler about as much as I want to clean the bathrooms. #IlivewithBOYS
My mom had a house of 6 kids. She says, if you can swing it,, hire a cleaning lady. My girlfriend has 4 boys and took the plunge. Right now she is looking pretty smart.
The good news is, I sorted my mail. Another task I hate doing. I might be the worst adult ever. Someone send me a life coach- but I don’t know how you’ll get it here since no one will deliver to our house and our PO Box keeps getting robbed.
-Miss Ash
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