Pre-Clean Pickup

I should be cleaning my house. Picking up the insane clutter that is threatening to overwhelm. It’s particularly bad right now due to several factors.

  1. I have too much stuff and I don’t know what to do with it.
  2. I want to be organized. I want to be organized really bad. But I’m not.
  3. We’ve been tearing through the house and getting rid of stuff.
  4. Due to 3, the house looks like several small bombs went off and because of the combination of 1 and 2, I’m sitting on the love seat and writing.

Things are going to have to change pronto. Like in the next 30 seconds or so. Monday morning at 9:30 a guy is coming to clean my house. He’s going to dust and mop and vacuum and clean baseboards and bathrooms and sinks and ceiling fans and it’s going to be glorious.

I know what you’re thinking. “But Jenster, I thought you had children. Isn’t that what they’re for?” Hypothetically, yes. Slave labor is what they’re for. But the reality is much different. When Todd and I were contemplating starting our family we decided that, yes, we want children so they will clean our house. It just turned out so differently than we had imagined.

Besides, even if they DID fulfill their purpose, they’re both going to be off at college in the fall. So then where would I be?

This morning I made a list for Todd and one for Katie of things they need to do this weekend. The cleaning that needs to get done before the cleaning guy comes. And at the bottom of both their lists I wrote “And other duties as assigned.” (This is where Jenster laughed her evil laugh)

In the length of time it’s taken me to write this much nothing has been accomplished. Todd thinks he has to mow and Katie felt it necessary to go to work. Slackers, the both of them. And I won’t even get started on Taylor and his whole, “I want a college education” mentality. Pshhh. Whatever.

Fine. I’ll go and try to figure out 1 and 2. Worst case scenario – I just throw everything in the basement and go through it later. I mean, I already have about four bags/boxes in the basement to go through later. What are a few more?

 

6 Comments

  1. His Girl Amber on June 1, 2013 at 11:06 am

    You “pick up” like I do. It’s okay, we’re good at other things.

  2. Terri Mobley Roberts on June 1, 2013 at 11:39 am

    You are definately my sister! My problem with my slave labor was that two of them always did a lousy job, only one of the three could clean the bathroom decently. He is now teaching his son to clean the bathroom “so clean you can eat off the floor if you want to”!

    • Jenster on June 1, 2013 at 11:57 am

      That is awesome! Though I have to say, just because a person is taught how to do something, i.e., clean the bathroom so clean you can eat off the floor if you want to, does not mean that they will. Here’s hoping Anthony will keep it up, even when Dad’s not around! 🙂

  3. Michele McMillan on June 3, 2013 at 4:27 pm

    Well, first, we’re not related to Aunt Thea by blood, but we are related to Aunt Sandra by blood. Second, this whole “domestic diva” thing is highly overrated in my book so I say let the cleaning guy earn his keep, or his money!

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