So we decided to do a spring clean this weekend about 2 weeks ago. You know - the whole top to bottom, scrub the walls, clean the baseboards, shampoo the carpets and throw out half the junk you have been accumulating kind of clean. Obviously when we hear there is a chance of sunshine the excitement brings on a temporary sort of insanity.
Now most people who knew they were about to do a major overhaul tupe of cleaning- the kind you invest a solid 20+ hours to over the course of the weekend would at least make the job as easy as possible on themselves wouldn't they? Ya know, stay on top of the laundry, pick up a little bit?
Do I do that? Hell no.
The house looks like total and complete shit. There is crap EVERYWHERE. Seriously - it doesn't look like a bomb hit it, that would be an improvement.
All week long when I told myself I should put something away or clean something up I talked myself out of it saying it didn't matter - we were megacleaning this weekend anyway.
I am seriously regretting that this morning.
The worst bit? Aaron kept up with the dishes this week. The kids have put a few things away. Almost everywhere I look it is my crap cluttering up the place. My computer desk is awash in makeup, underwear and interestingly enough anti-bacterial wipes. My bedroom has clothes and shoes EVERYWHERE. I think I tried on everything I own this week - and with my shoe fetish that is a LOT. I don't believe I put back a single thing.
You can follow trails of Rosie all over the house and probably figure out every move I hae made all week.
Why do I make things harder on myself? *sigh* Time to get cleaning...