I shouldn’t make promises when it comes to what may appear at this site, especially when it comes to content and/or weekends.
The pony videos are on my husband’s laptop, to which I rarely have access. So come on back tomorrow for those. Or Monday. Or, just, you know, later.
Instead, it is a regularly scheduled program of cleaning, shopping, and kid-rearing around here today. Nothing is going especially well. But my toenail polish is shiny!
I have approximately 40 minutes until “quiet” time is over. Better get to it — my parents are due in a couple of hours, and the house is a wreck, as per usual.
I know that cleaning isn’t necessarily the highest priority in my life right now. My daughters are; my relationship with my husband is.
Two things: First, there is a certain amount of acceptable clutter. My house isn’t dirty, but the clutter is WAY over the acceptable level. And, really, I should wipe down those bathroom surfaces. It’s just polite.
Second, the state of my house — the unbelievably cluttered, overrun state of our combined stuff — is affecting my relationships with the other dwellers. My husband and I pick at each other — him: “What’s all over the stovetop?”; me “Why the heck can’t you get your socks in a conveniently located laundry basket?” We are not comfortable in several of the rooms because we are surrounded by things that need homes. We are uncomfortable having guests, even our parents, even when they are here to see the children and not the house.
A house just looks nicer when you can see the floor, I think. I’m not going for spotless (sorry, DearDR), but neat? Neat I could live with. And I don’t think I would miss out on anything more important.