Every day is a battle. Aside from general entropy, I have a toddler and two dogs speeding the process.
This morning I vacuumed for about 6 hours, yet the moment I put it away a fur bunny appeared in the middle of the hall. For brief breaks from housework, I poured probably 14 gallons of watered-down juice into a sippy cup, like the widow's oil only in reverse. (You know I'm reaching the end of my rope when I start drawing biblical parallels. Especial direness when it's the Old Testament.)
Adding fuel to the fur, a friend from work is bringing her two boys over this afternoon; one is a couple months younger than Ethan, and the other is a newborn. I'm looking forward to this—I actually really like hosting—except inviting guests over aggravates a vision condition I have. I see everything that's wrong with my house. Normal people would vacuum and run a duster over the living room. I feel the urge to get that pergola built and re-stain the back deck, install a flagstone patio, paint the kitchen, and reorganize my filing cabinets. So there's some anxiety involved.
If you'll excuse me, I have to go feverishly prepare for an afternoon of relaxing.
I totally completely relate.
So glad I'm not the only one who does this!
I share your affliction, my dear; both the one about spontaneously appearing furballs and the one about seeing everything that's "wrong" with the house. But tell C. I said Hi!!
Sorry I missed you at the Farmer's Market.:) The peaches are very good this year!
Inviting people over is the only way my house gets cleaned. And that's when every cobweb and finger smudges on the windows become visible to my eye. So sad really. I need a maid in the worst way but of course would never have one because I would power clean my house before she got there. I am one of those people.
i've been feeling the same way - it seems like every single chore/cleaning task i've put off for 6 months + is coming back to bite me in the butt. i clean like a maniac whenever anyone comes over...obviously we don't get visitors very often or our house wouldn't be in the current sad state of disarray.
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