sweet goodness

I'm not sure what it is (well, I do), but whenever we have people stay at our place I get crazy about cleaning.  The irony in this sudden and short lived obsession is that I focus so much on deep cleaning that I quickly tire out and don't get everything done... big and small!.  So for example, while the inside of our kitchen trash can could be completely disinfected and wiped down inside and out, I will have completely forgotten to take out the trash throughout the house.  This sort of thing carries into every room.  I'll dust the ceiling fan in our bedroom but won't vacuum the stairs.  I mean seriously.  Who is going to go in our room and run their finger across one of our fan blades?  No one.  But who will travel up and down the stairs noticing all sorts of things along the way?  Everyone.

This is all coming out now because we are preparing for our trip to Haiti and as result need to get the house ready for our Tank's sitter/our friend.  I spent hours in my room tonight and have 2 bags full of clothes for goodwill... but the laundry is still piling up, I didn't change the sheets (which was actually on my list), and I created more work for myself finding proper homes for things.

I've still got a few days before we head out.  Wish me luck to get everything done and for Josh to actually feel like the house is clean at first glance... because I already know under close inspection the most random things will pass.

Down Right Dirty

Last night as I cleaned our tub for the second time ever (no, I don't care to think about specifically how long that is) & I thought to myself that Jake and I are in trouble when it comes to household cleanliness.

Before I go any further, I'd like to make the disclaimer that If I know you're visiting, our house will most definitely be clean...the description you're reading now pertains to all other times or when just Scott is coming over.

Neither Jake nor myself enjoy cleaning. I can't fault him for not wanting to wash the dishes or scrub the toilet because to be honest- I certainly don't want to do it either! So where does that leave us? Well, it means that on most days you'll walk upstairs to find dishes in the sink; a peanut butter covered knife on the counter; cups on end tables; an overflowing recycling bin; mail, coats and purses on the dining room table and chairs; couch pillows on the floor; our bed isn't made (most likely sheets have been pulled off on Jake's side- don't get me started); and the roll of toilet paper has 1/2 a square left. Pretty gross, huh? I think so, but for whatever reason unless I'm in crazy lady cleaning mode it seems to stay that way.

I remember growing up my Mom would always say that I had to learn to do my chores because if I didn't what would I do when I had my own house someday? Well folks, I think I just answered that question.

Jessie- I posted this picture just for you