Yes, you! Be you family, friend, or complete stranger. Be you my mom, my mother-in-law, a friend from work, neighbor, friend of a friend of my hubby, school district representative, pizza delivery person (we love you), Mormon doorknocker, or UPS guy. Whoever you are, whatever you do, consider this my public notice...
I give up. I cannot... for the very life of me... keep a clean house. I just can't.
I have tried, but it is not in my nature. I have been messy since I was in diapers (my mother would no doubt testify to that). I reformed pretty well once I became an adult, managing to do a halfway decent job. It was never perfect, but it was passable. The main germ areas (kitchen and bathrooms) were pretty decent. After hubby and I got together, the challenge increased. You see, my hubby is a slob (Sorry hunny, but it is true). And we moved from an apartment (smaller space) to a house (bigger space). Then we had J-man.
And as you know, he takes some time. My time.
And so now, even when I DO have the time to clean my house, I just don't want to. I just don't.
So I am giving up. When I have downtime, I am going to now spend it doing only essential chores (laundry, dishes). I will write on my blog. I will consider starting an exercise program that I need desperately. I will cook, which I love to do.
So when you come to my house, expect the following:
* There will be toys on the floor.
* There will be crumbs on the counter. And the floor. And probably on the furniture. Same with dust.
* There will probably be dishes in the sink, and maybe on the counter.
* There will be laundry in baskets, probably clean and folded. But there.
* The bathroom may or may not be clean. It is a roll of the dice. Pee before you arrive if that bugs you.
* My hubby's Mancave is his responsibility, and probably a pit stain. Deal with it.
Now, I am always up for help, so consider any and all offers for housecleaning assistance on the table. I will take you up on them. I am no longer proud.
Consider yourself warned.