I finally am in this house by myself for the first time in I don’t know how long. Mr. Smiff and 2 of the Kids will return sometime late tonight and then he flies out tomorrow for a long weekend of gigs. The Manchild has worked very hard the last two days here in the house alone, honing his madd guitar skills and has had the Casa all to himself.
We all know that your Sista will never be enshrined in the Fly Lady Hall of Fame. It ain’t gonna happen. Things have gotten extra-out-of-hand since we spent a large part of April and May tending to Hazel following her surgery, etc. So, I’m sitting here staring at the various forms of mess…laundry, crap, crapola and crappity-crap knowing I should just quit my whining and just get in there and face the Beast head on.
Why do I have such an issue with this? What mental place does the Neat Gene originate? What is it that makes some people obsessive compulsive (which I do not want to be) and others like me who spiral further and further out of control and perpetually dwell in CHAOS….Can’t Have Anybody Over syndrome? I try to pick this apart (yeah, I know I should get up and actually deal with it instead of talk about it, but, it’s funner to bitch about) and figure out where it all went wrong. How do you get your family pumped about getting with it? For real, I’m a lone ranger in this quest around here.
In all seriousness, it’s a real source of frustration for me and a part of my life I feel like a total failure. What’s the secret to getting excited about housework???
Maybe the HomeEc101 girls have some answers for me. I’ll ponder it more while I go and try to attempt to get something done