Before we had kids, I was always disgusted by messy houses of parents with little kids. I couldn't stand the sticky tables, the Cheerio-filled-couch, the scattered toys, and the boogery and spitty clothes. One of the fears I had when we first learned we were pregnant with Bel was that our house would end up like that. I was relieved when our house didn't turn out that way even when she was two years old. I thought we had beat it.
But here we are two years and one more kid later. I walk through my house and am appalled at the mess. It doesn't matter how often we clean and pick up. It's always disgusting in here. Just last night Andrew cleaned the kitchen and dining rooms, and I picked up the living room. By seven o'clock this morning all the rooms were nasty again. Andrew found some sort of food globule that Frank grabbed from the floor and was throwing around. I find myself crawling around the floor under the kitchen table at least twice a day picking up bits of the last meal mushed in with play-doh bits.
The only comfort I can find is looking to parents of older children. Their houses are clean. There is hope that we'll be able to get ours clean again someday, too. Until then it's sticky tables and mystery food globules.
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I keep saying I need to hire a cleaning lady again, and I do. It is impossible, and the joy of coming home one time every other week (or month) to a fresh house is nice. I need to rediscover that joy again!
See, because of the dog, no food bits on the floor. It is a fair trade off, especially since she keeps me warm in winter.
I don't feel mine is as messy (maybe others would disagree lol) as it just is cluttered! Everything from books to happy meal toys are scattered everywhere around the house, even in my kitchen most evenings. I want a personal picker upper of clutter for Christmas next year.
We have a saying around here that you might want to adopt:
cleaning/picking-up with children is
'like shoveling in a snow storm'.
Give up, join us on the evil side.
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