I will admit that I don’t really enjoy cleaning. My sisters so aptly named me Carley-No-Pots growing up because when I washed the dishes, I would always leave the pots behind. It is bizarre because I thoroughly enjoy laundry and most outdoors chores, but dishes and vacuuming and scrubbing toilets provides me with about as much enjoyment as listening to a record of nails scratching on a chalkboard.
When I lived on my own and when Hubby and I first moved in together, the level of cleaning was pretty minimal. It’s easy wash dishes for one or two people and laundry wasn’t that bad. Don’t get me wrong, I despise cleaning but I’m no slob either. I knew that the amount of cleaning would increase dramatically once the Princess was born, but holy cow, some days it looks like a bomb went off in our home. Hubby and I will come together and clean our house from top to bottom and it seems like sometimes I will blink and Bam! it’s a mess again.
And lets not mention the laundry. Just as soon as I finish all the laundry there is 17 million more loads to do in only 2 days times. Gotta love the grass, juice, dirt and toothpaste stains. And then the dishes. The Princess reminds me of Boo from the movie Signs that uses a million different cups for water. I find cups in her room, my bedroom, in the toy box and even in the bathtub.
There are days where I wish I could close my eyes and snap my fingers and poof! all the cleaning would be done, but alas, I am my only maid and it’s a job that a) I don’t get paid to do and b) despise. C’est La Vie.