Some people are neat freaks. Some people are messies.
I am a messy. I wish I was a neat freak. Actually, I wish I could have a live-in neat freak to clean up after me.
If I thought no one would ever come by our house, I would never pick up around here, and our home would be covered in cinnamon toast crumbs, scratch paper, and dirty socks. Which is exactly what happened yesterday.
After a whirlwind of a day that included 3 birthday parties (one at the beach and one at the ice skating place) one trip to the grocery store, one hot home-made dinner for another family, one last minute towel to sew (I'm also a closet procrastinator) and two videos at family movie night, our house was a mess from top to bottom.
I was too tired to clean up and went to bed without so much as rinsing a dish. I even left my dirty clothes in a pile in the bathroom. Waking up to dishes in the sink, brownie crumbs on the floor and blankets piled all over the family room made me want to run back to bed, bury my head under my pillow and suck my thumb.
Why do I always have to be the mom?
We cleaned up and things are looking better, but I have a feeling that this house is just one busy day away from complete melt down.
It might be time to dust off my flylady notebook....