Schizophrenic housecleaner

I finished Julie & Julia, which left me feeling quite bouncy. The excerpt from her next book is intriquing so I've added it to the wish list. Hee Hee that thing just never shrinks. The only thing worse than it is the To Be Read pile. Oh where was I? Right I was feeling bouncy so I did some chores. Swept the kitchen, did the dishes wiped down the counters, picked up the family room. Decided not to vaccum since I vacummed it yesterday. Then decided to water the yards, which means dog poop first, I know I'm a nice mom I don't make Jesse do it. Then I came in and plopped myself infront of the computer.

It's funny, but I've gotten very good at keeping the rooms we use the most, clean, ignore the dust bunnies please. It's not model home clean, and it never will be. I am a creative person which means there has to be chaos somewhere or I'll lose my little piece of sanity. Don't even acknowledge my craft closet if your a neat freak. I'm amazed I haven't had an avalanch in there yet.

There are rooms in my house that are cleaned daily and somewhat neat, then there are rooms that are clean and an utter mess. Like the entry way, it needs to be swept, constantly, and it rarely gets swept. Why? Because I have kids running in and out all day and I get tired of doing it. The bathrooms are rarely all cleaned at once. Scrubbing hurts my hands so if I do the showers I'm not doing the toilets and counters on the same day. There's a couple of days delay in between the two projects. To be fair the counters get cleaned the most often since I use Lysol wipes on random walkthroughs.

The front room where the computer is set up is a study in packrat-dom and kids toys. Not we need to be on Clean House clutter, but clutter. I have more books than bookcase, loads of CDs (there is no such thing as too many of these items). The overflowing DVD collection is in the family room with the Wii and other video games. It needs to be vaccumed. Tis shedding season and there are little Ishtar puffs in places. Not many since I vacummed the front room on Monday but they're starting to come back. And yes I brush the dog. You can't see the top of the dinner table, its buried in clutter. This is our drop off room. We live in the kitchen and family room. I think I'll clean it Friday when there's no summer school so I can torture both kids equally.

My concept of cleaning is a bit like that of a schizophrenic off her meds. Things get done in complete randomness. There's a logic to it. Yes, there is, I can't explain it too you, but it makes sense in my head. And the entire house will never be clean all at once. That would be just beyond words weird.

Hee, hee I'm still feeling bouncy. It's funny but I think I like blogging. The journal thing is evil, this is fun. Of course I can't get to intimate here, there could be stalker people out there. Although why anyone would want to stalk me is a total mystery.

Think maybe I'll brave the closet I need to find a baby announcement sampler.
TTFN Missy/Elena
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