Before you begin to read, I have to say that I typed this post yesterday but save it in draft form. I decided to post it today due to the lack of time I have left to post to my own blog. You can blame this on Susie for her lengthy post that took me approximately three hours to read including all the comments. She's just such a popular gal! So, here's my post with modifications to make it read well for today.
Okay, I'm going to display some pictures of my house since Christmas hit my home. I would've never thought I was a neat freak but I think I'm getting worse as I get older. Maybe it's because I'm here 24/7 and have to look at it.
I'm suppose to have a friend over today with her two kids (9 and 6). She works A LOT and they are off school for the holiday and she hasn't got a clue what to do with them. She and I used to live together years back so she knows what a slob I "was" so if the house is a mess - she expects it. Her house on the other hand is always perfect. She asked me how come I complain my house is a mess all the time when I'm home all day to clean it. What she doesn't realize is that the only reason hers is clean is because they don't "live" there and she doesn't cook. Every time I clean the kitchen it's time for the next meal. Every time I make a bed it magically turns into a trampoline. Every item of clothing my son puts on gets covered in food (and dirt if he's outside). So, his jammies get breakfast on them, his house clothes get food on them, and if we have to go run an errand (such as returning overdue library books that cost me $6.00 in late fees), etc., the "nice" clothes get initiated as well. Every time I pick up toys my kids have to go to that room and "mark their territory" so to speak. As I've said before, if the toilets are clean we're doin' good.
So, on with the show:
Here are kids marking their territory with a science kit from Radio Shack.
My kitchen - what a mess! The pictures always have this glare if there's a window anywhere in sight.
Down the hall from the front door to my kitchen. I have a coat rack (right) but I can't stand coats to be hanging on it.
This used to be my dining room but I like sitting in there so much that I made it a "den"? Don't you just love my furniture - compliments of yard sales and goodwill. Not because I shop there (because I'm not a shopper) it's because my in-laws shop there. You can also find them out late at night roaming the neighborhoods on "big" garbage night to find things to sell.
This is my blogging space. What a mess I am. If you look closely, you can see Susie's blog on my computer screen.
This is the entry way. You can see several lost items on the steps that need to find their way upstairs. Somehow, for some reason, everyone seems to develope huge blind spots as they approach the platform to head up the steps.
I have since removed all indications of Christmas from the main level of the house. I now feel a sense of peace beginning.