After accepting the mess that has become my home so I could just do what I needed to do to celebrate Babe's birthday yesterday, I started today off less than thrilled.
I've attempted to clean the kitchen before bed so I don't have to scrub dry, crusty sauce off plates and silverware. Well yesterday after cake and ice cream I realized I was out of dish soap and I simply canNOT put dishes in the dishwasher without letting them bathe in a sink full of foaming Dawn first (thanks mom). It's insane, wash the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, like cleaning the house before the cleaning lady comes...so I went to bed with plates, spoons, forks, and the pans I used to bake the cake as well as the serving knife that had solidified chocolate frosting plastered to it. Grrreat. So I turned my back on the kitchen sink to whip up some breakfast and headed upstairs, afterall, I still didn't have dish soap.
When I walked into our bedroom I looked around at the chair with clothes hanging on for dear life from the back of the chair, the arms of the chair and piled on the ottoman. There were toys all over the floor in front of our bed, a sippy cup from yesterday and a few hair ties on the ironing board. I walked into the bathroom and there was a pile of dirty clothes demanding you climb over it before you could use the toilet.
"This is just sickening," I mumbled to myself as I kicked the top of that pile.
"Oh I'll help you when I get home, it's not a big deal," Babe said in his always positive-hopeful-life-is-good tone. It annoyed me as usual.
My rampage steered me toward the kids' rooms. For a child who has very few toys in her bedroom (thanks to the playroom) it baffles me how filthy Jay's room can get.
"CLEAN THIS ROOM or we're NOT going to Gangan's until TOMORROW!" I yelled. She huffed and she puffed and Jay got to work cleaning her room.
Yesterday, at least, I started the laundry so we'd have clothes to wear over the weekend as well as to start the week. I'm used to being disorganized but on Monday morning, it's just not an option. I'm just not that sane.
So with crap staring me in the face from every angle I have lost my mind. I want everyone to pick up their stuff and get their space in order. Dirty dishes, dirty carpet, dirty clothes, even dirty hand-printed walls have overwhelmed me today and there's no way on earth I'm setting foot out of this house (or in the shower) until we recover from this tornado of filth. And I won't rest until we do.
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